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
Dear Frank, Taking my trash out this morning I met a young lady, a friend of yours, and I gave her the name Mercy. She didn’t speak and I wanted to befriend her, too. I’ve included a photo of her, plus
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 considered carefully, and usually from inside a colander. ⸻ Dear Frank & Jane, During a family holiday gathering, I found myself happily occupied with setting and decorating the table:
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
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
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.
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,
Dear Frank, I was listening to a magazine article this morning, while in the car. It was about a woman, a writer, who poured herself into caring for a dear friend with a terminal illness. She adored her, and because of