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.

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...]

A Case of the Human Condition: When Your Six-Year-Old Wants to Talk Money

By Barbara Falconer Newhall The Oakland Tribune, November 15, 1987 Peter likes money. He wants an allowance. The subject came up at the … [Read more...]

The Case of the Missing Blog Posts — Blame It on a Mischievous Software Glitsch

By Barbara Falconer Newhall "Have you been away?" my Zumba buddy wanted to know. "I've missed your blog posts." "No," I said. "I've been right here … [Read more...]

Jury Duty Is a Lot Like Fourth-Grade Softball. Here’s Why

By Barbara Falconer Newhall I don't know about your fourth-grade gym teacher, but mine followed a barbaric custom still in practice in many otherwise … [Read more...]