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
Dear Frank, I noticed something curious at the bottom of one of my blog posts today and had to tell you about it. It was the article rating. It said 4.5 stars. Pausing there, I imagined a person hovering, moving right
Dear Frank, Tonight I settled in to watch a movie with Mitzi. I had my blanket tucked, remote in hand and the screen suddenly went black. A giant FBI message appeared, the kind written in a font that suggests sirens. “FBI ANTI-PIRACY
Welcome to Ask Frank & Jane, a lighthearted advice column where domestic dilemmas are reviewed thoughtfully, often by a very small frog, and always from a place of concern. Dear Frank & Jane, I live in such a great little neighborhood. Everyone
Welcome to “Ask Frank & Jane”, a lighthearted advice column where domestic dilemmas are considered carefully, and usually from inside a colander. ⸻ Dear Frank & Jane, During a family holiday gathering, I found myself happily occupied with setting and decorating the table:
Dear Frank, I’ve been thinking about Thanksgiving and how it seems to tuck little lanterns of light into the corners of our lives, the small kind, the lovely ones shaped from tradition, memories, and affection. My own lanterns come from the
There are many advice columns in the world, but very few address the real crises of modern domestic life: The mother-in-law who travels with drawer dividers The friend who “checks in” by delivering emotional weather reports about herself The neighbor
Meet Frank, the long-legged velvet frog who once kept order in my music classroom and somehow became my most faithful writing companion. Here’s how, years ago, he hopped into my suitcase for Honduras, and why he still has a seat
A reflection on trust, dignity, and the quiet joy of letting grown children live their own stories. While working on some new sections for Honoring Their Dignity, one chapter keeps tugging at me — the one about honoring the dignity