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
On this, the last full day in Granada, I took a taxi up to the Mirador de San Nicolás in the well-known Albaicín neighborhood. I wanted to admire the whitewashed structures there and see the Alhambra from across the valley
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
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,
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
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! 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
Oh, the grounds, the grounds of the Club Continental! And the river that’s so wide you’d think it was the endless ocean. Courtyards and elegant statuary are sprinkled throughout the property along with those dramatic trees holding so many
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