Dear Frank, It’s 9:30 pm. I think I’ll read my book now. A five year old is in deep slumber next to me and the house is so quiet. Here on my spacious bed, we are snuggled together, having gathered our bodies
Dear Frank, You may remember my crotchety old Aunt Fannie. I loved her very much, but she was chronically and woefully negative more often than not. My brother, David, and I used to play a game where we would think of