Dear Frank, Let me tell you what happened today. It started out rather unremarkably, but by the time evening had come, I felt that three lovely jewels had been placed in my hand. Frank, though I’m persuaded to tell it all
Dear Jane, As I sit here on the beach at Argelès-sur-Mer, sunbathing, collecting shells, and practicing my French, I find myself thinking of you. Since you’ve enjoyed my fairy tales so far, here’s another. Far below the dancing waves, where shafts of
My dear Jane, I’m still in Europe, where every village seems to have a little stone church tucked into its center. Yesterday I hopped quietly into one, as any frog would, and as colored light spilled across the floor through the
Welcome to Ask Frank & Jane, a lighthearted advice column where Jane offers practical advice and Frank quietly complicates everything. Dear Frank and Jane, Our church has celebrated one beautiful wedding after another. And in my position as Wedding Guild Director, I
Hey, it’s Frank! Here’s a little story I thought you’d enjoy, so get to reading! You may not know that I often accompany Jane to church. As a frog of considerable spiritual and liturgical experience, I consider it important to attend.
After asking ChatGPT a series of questions the other evening about the unfortunate mosquito bites on my arm, I became so intrigued that I began thinking of other pressing matters I might put before it. Woohoo! Off I went: Please Summarize
Dear Frank, Well, that was quite the night, wasn’t it. I think it deserves to be entered into the official record! As you know, it began, as many strange episodes do, with a perfectly ordinary act: taking the trash to the curb.
On this, the last full day in Granada, I took a taxi up to the Mirador de San Nicolás in the well-known Albaicín neighborhood. I wanted to admire the whitewashed structures there and see the Alhambra from across the valley
Dear Frank, Remember my good friend, Mary, in El Paso? No, maybe that was before your time. I thought about her recently- about something that happened and how it came full circle. Back when I was a young mother, she and I
Dear Frank, Taking my trash out this morning I met a young lady, a friend of yours, and I gave her the name Mercy. She didn’t speak and I wanted to befriend her, too. I’ve included a photo of her, plus