Dear Frank, I was listening to a magazine article this morning, while in the car. It was about a woman, a writer, who poured herself into caring for a dear friend with a terminal illness. She adored her, and because of
Dear Frank, You may remember when my son, David was 14, and his teacher, beloved-yet-strict Mrs Spain gave the students the assignment to write a character sketch. Remember who he chose? His uncle - My brother David! I came across his essay