After asking ChatGPT a series of questions the other evening about the unfortunate mosquito bites on my arm, I became so intrigued that I began thinking of other pressing matters I might put before it. Woohoo! Off I went: Please Summarize
If you live in the South, you know that Easter arrives during the annual Season of Yellow, something those in the north experience too, though perhaps with a little less theatrical flair. The cars are yellow, the porch railings are
Dear Frank, Well, that was quite the night, wasn’t it. I think it deserves to be entered into the official record! As you know, it began, as many strange episodes do, with a perfectly ordinary act: taking the trash to the curb.
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 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 beside
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,