Dear Jane, As I sit here on the beach at Argelès-sur-Mer, sunbathing, collecting shells, and practicing my French, I find myself thinking of you. Since you’ve enjoyed my fairy tales so far, here’s another. Far below the dancing waves, where shafts of
My dear Jane, I’m still in Europe, where every village seems to have a little stone church tucked into its center. Yesterday I hopped quietly into one, as any frog would, and as colored light spilled across the floor through the
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
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.
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 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