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.
On this, the last full day in Granada, I took a taxi up to the Mirador de San Nicolás in the well-known Albaicín neighborhood. I wanted to admire the whitewashed structures there and see the Alhambra from across the valley
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 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
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