A Case of the Human Condition

I’m Barbara Falconer Newhall and I’ve got an incurable Case of the Human Condition. And since you do too, I’m counting on you to laugh and cry along with me as I riff on life as we know it. Here you'll read about my creaky, old 1950s house and unruly garden, as well as my shopping forays, travel adventures and spectacularly low-fashion wardrobe.

Gun Safety — I’m Giving Up on the Cause. Here’s Why

By Barbara Falconer Newhall I give up. I'm not going to get on my soap box and plead for better gun safety laws any more. I've witnessed one too many … [Read more...]

I Was a Culturally Deprived Kid: My Teachers Never Told Me About the Ojibwe Poet Jane Johnston Schoolcraft

Jane Johnston Schoolcraft -- An Native American Poet, Lost and Found I loved the Michigan woods as a girl growing up in the 1940s and '50s. And so did the … [Read more...]

A Totality Disappointment in St. Joseph, Missouri

By Barbara Falconer Newhall "Want to go see the totality?" Jon said. "It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We could go to someplace like Nebraska or … [Read more...]

With a Little Luck You’ll Live Long Enough to Breed Flies in Your Attic

By Barbara Falconer Newhall Back in 1987 old age seemed a long ways away. Strike that, old age seemed like something that would never happen to … [Read more...]

Spike Heels — Feminist? Feminine? Or Both?

By Barbara Falconer Newhall Let's face it. Spike heels aren't much good for doing what real women do most days -- drive an SUV, stand in line at the … [Read more...]