Dear Frank You seem to love blog posts that include kissing. Is that a frog thing? At any rate, I thought I’d give you my thoughts on that topic. I won’t go into any real detail about my own kisses; however, I
Dear Frank,Obviously, this topic will be of great interest to you. There’s been a challenging situation that has reared its head, so to speak and I know you’ll have an opinion. Not to make a mountain out of a molehill, let
Hi Frank, As you know, I keep trying to get older but it’s just not working. Each time I think I’ll stay home, someone, usually one of my children, asks me to do something too fun to skip. Today, I
Dear Frank, Thought I’d entertain you with a story about a recent happening. Here’s how it went: With extremely slow, crouched steps, I, in my nightgown, robe and slippers, made my way up the ramp to the clinic. Bess and I tried
Hi Frank, You’ve asked me before about my blog and how I choose my topics. My answer: An idea — a desire — bubbles up from inside, sort of sneaking up on me. Writing turns out to be a great
Being an unofficial fashion maven, I’ll admit that getting ready to attend a meeting is lots of fun. So, on this occasion, on went my new favorite high-waisted chocolate brown palazzo pants and dotted silk blouse, plus leopard print pointed-toed
Hi Frank, I want to fill you in on the progress of my treadmill dance project (see MyFunkyChallenge). There have been a few things that tried to and somewhat succeeded in interrupting my momentum. Nevertheless, I remain determined. I hesitate to even
Frank, your way of getting around seems to be by leaps and bounds, which is a great and natural workout, I'm certain; however, you might enjoy the surprise I have, stemming from a recent experience I had at the gym.
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
As I watched and listened to the violinist, (an excerpt of which you can hear below) my eyes welled up with tears. I stood there on that bridge built in 1347, the Charles Bridge which crosses over the Vlatava River,