Dear Jane, As I sit here on the beach at Argelès-sur-Mer, sunbathing, collecting shells, and practicing my French, I find myself thinking of you. Since you’ve enjoyed my fairy tales so far, here’s another. Far below the dancing waves, where shafts of
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,
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, 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