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
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
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
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,
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
Dear Frank, Do you remember that party we went to where we played that “two truths and a lie” game? I threw in that in my 60’s I had lived in a pup tent on the beach for a short while,
Dear Daddy, It’s Father’s Day, and even though you’ve been gone a long time, and even though I didn’t get to know you in the way I wish I had, I wanted to write to you. After all these years, my