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
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
Dear Frank, This past week, my good friend, Debra, came to visit and we, as usual, spent great quantities of time simply catching up. After such a visit, I marveled at how lovely an abiding friendship is - one of support,
Dear Frank, On one of our excursions in Rubble, we were making a trek Lee had already discovered and had wanted to show us. So, down the dirt roads we went, hair flying, holding on, crossing through shallow riverbeds, water splashing
Dear Frank, It's early morning at Casa Alfaro and the place is running at full pace with workers on every section of the property. There are 17 men, a mix of maestros (typically older gentlemen) who are experts at their craft,
Dear Frank, Here's the story of some surprise gifts we received and how the impact of the heartfelt happenings behind those gifts has remained with me to this day. Before I give you the details, I’ll share with you the story
Dear Frank, Tell you the story one more time? It’s not that I don’t want to tell you about it. I do. It’s just that it makes me sound so bad. I love people, usually, no matter what, striving to treat
Dear Frank, It’s been a while since I last wrote. I’ve been waiting ‘til the right time to tell you this. My sweet little companion for the last 12 years is gone. Our buddy, Gus, was found recently to have a
Hi Frank! You’re going to think this is so sweet that you won’t even need dessert for the next couple of weeks. I have two quick stories to tell you, with pictures provided. They’re stories about two angels. I’m certain they are
Dear Frank, Boy, do I have a story to tell you! There we were, us two Texas girls, all gussied up. Bess and I both had slipped on pretty cotton maxi dresses, our summer slides, the requisite jewelry. These were, of course, all