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
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, I want to tell you the story behind the pretty bird perched on my bedside table and what has transpired. Around forty years ago, before you and I met, I worked in a beautiful home furnishings store for a
I know, I know, you were hoping for another post about kissing, weren’t you. This post isn’t about that; however, it’s full of romance. On a twinkling night in Prague, across the Charles Bridge and down the riverside walk along the
As I watched and listened to the violinist, (an excerpt of which you can hear below) my eyes welled up with tears. I stood there on that bridge built in 1347, the Charles Bridge which crosses over the Vlatava River,
Many decades ago, when I was about 20 years old, I decided it would be simply the greatest experience if I could play — just once — on the pipe organ in a large church. I wanted to know what it
Hi! You were right. This was a great idea. Prague is a delicious place and I’m so excited as Stephanie and I sit here at the end of our first day, planning what we will do and where we will go
Dear Frank, You’re gonna love this wonderful bunch of coolness. Yesterday, the handyman was up on a ladder hanging some drapery rods for me. I know what you’re thinking - he asked if I’m a good kisser. Nope, (thank God) it
Hi Frank, I love how you croak at night. With ease, you seem to reach a rhythm that matches the beat of the twinkling stars. How did you learn to do that? I think I know. As usual, I’ve been loudly playing
Dear Readers: My assistant editor, Frank (the frog) is hopping through Europe presently. I’ve begun writing to him to keep him abreast of happenings here. Below is the first of, hopefully, many letters to him, as he travels. Dear Frank, Do you