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
An honest look at the beauty of being delightfully offbeat—and why our quirks just might be the secret language of joy. Dear Frank, Everyone within confiding earshot of me lamentably knows that I was once described as “quirky” by a mean-spirited soul.
Dear Frank, You would have enjoyed this morning. Mitzi’s been staying with me some — which I love — and she was in full porch-patrol mode, squinting into the sunlight like a sentry guarding the azaleas. She’s perfected her squirrel-surveillance stance:
Dear Frank, You and I have mused about a lot of things, and today seems like a good day to talk about pedigree. My family had a solid pedigree, though it was never something we leaned on or led with. My mother,