Dear Frank, Remember my good friend, Mary, in El Paso? No, maybe that was before your time. I thought about her recently- about something that happened and how it came full circle. Back when I was a young mother, she and I
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
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.
A Letter to My Friends in Texas I’ve started and stopped this so many times. There’s no real way to write through a sorrow like this. I keep thinking of you, my friends, the families I’ve known for years — having
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,
Forgiveness is a holy act—but it’s not always tidy. For many of us, the struggle isn’t in the idea of forgiveness. It’s in what to do when the person who hurt us won’t acknowledge the truth, or when others pressure us
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