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
Hi Frank, Some stories are just too bizarre not to be true. Wait’ll I tell you this one! I was in my mid-20s, living alone for the first time in a bright, beautiful Dallas apartment, and loving my single life. I
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
Hi Frank! Wanted to tell you what happened this morning, but beware - this is all superficial- so if you’re into meaningful right now, you should move on. Okay? Lying in bed, I was remembering how snazzy a girl looked at Whole
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, 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,
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
Dear Frank, The sign says "Mejor Cada Día" (meaning "Better Every Day"). On one of our forays down unknown backroads between Atotonilco and San Miguel, it was posted at a bridge crossing the river. I examined the sign, debating inwardly as