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, 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 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
Coming in from Mexico to DFW, we have disembarked, deplaned and so forth, and everyone walks fast and hard towards Customs. I stay to the right, hugging the wall of these long, wide hallways so folks can sprint past me
Dear Frank, On one of our excursions in Rubble, we were making a trek Lee had already discovered and had wanted to show us. So, down the dirt roads we went, hair flying, holding on, crossing through shallow riverbeds, water splashing
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
Dear Frank, It's early morning at Casa Alfaro and the place is running at full pace with workers on every section of the property. There are 17 men, a mix of maestros (typically older gentlemen) who are experts at their craft,
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
Hi Frank! Cómo estás? I’ve just arrived home from a fine time at the house in Mexico. I will have to say that since I’m traveling back and forth frequently, (during the remodelación and simply because I love the country) I
Dear Frank, Boy, do I have a story to tell you! There we were, us two Texas girls, all gussied up. Bess and I both had slipped on pretty cotton maxi dresses, our summer slides, the requisite jewelry. These were, of course, all