Dear Frank, You may remember when my son, David was 14, and his teacher, beloved-yet-strict Mrs Spain gave the students the assignment to write a character sketch. Remember who he chose? His uncle - My brother David! I came across his essay
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,
Dear Daddy, It’s Father’s Day, and even though you’ve been gone a long time, and even though I didn’t get to know you in the way I wish I had, I wanted to write to you. After all these years, my
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, I’ve been enjoying a fire in the fireplace this morning and it has been so satisfying to see the dreamy results of setting it ablaze successfully! This hasn’t always been the case. In the past, I’ve watched with disappointment
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,
Editor’s Note (Fall 2025): I first shared this story a few years back, but with autumn in the air, I couldn’t resist bringing it forward again. A little inspiration for crisp-air picnics, falling leaves, and the joy of gathering outdoors. ———————- Hey
Hi Frank, This trip to Casa Alfaro has been full of smiles and laughter! Lee came up with a request and Antonio, our property manager executed in excellent fashion, as usual. I looked out the window to see him driving forth
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