There were ghosts and there were Secrets at the BIG House.
By necessity, it is also the story of my mother, a petite socialite of uncommon beauty, who subjected her child.
This is a true story of descent from wealth and social standing.
Time changes many things, but it does not change our memories.
It was a different kind of haunting.
The space between the walls of The BIG House were charged with the anguish of ever-present unhappiness.
There were ghosts and there were Secrets at the BIG House