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.

A Case of the Human Condition: Another Threat to Lake Michigan — Asian Carp

My Michigan friends are emailing me about the Asian carp threatening to enter Lake Michigan and the other Great Lakes from the Illinois canal system. The … [Read more...]

Geographic Mobility in America — Watching My Grown-Up Kids Disappear

By Barbara Falconer Newhall Most of my grandmother's children - there were seven of them - lived out their lives within walking distance of their … [Read more...]

A (Pillow) Case of the Human Condition: Time to Crack Open That Hope Chest and Live a Little

By Barbara Falconer Newhall I waited too long to get married. By the time Jon and I said our vows, the contents of my hope chest were hopelessly … [Read more...]

A (Contagious) Case of the Human Condition: How a Mother of Preschool Kids Outsmarts the Mighty Microbe

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, May 31, 1989 I believe in microbes. Microbes are like God. You can't hear them, taste them, smell them … [Read more...]

Snow in California

Apparently, it snowed last night on our little hill in Oakland. There was still snow all over the place at 11 a.m. -- on cars, on the lawn around a hilltop … [Read more...]