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 (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...]

Help! My Kids Aren’t Perfect After All

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, Sunday, April 16, 1989 I was on the phone with my mentor. "Tell me it gets easier," I … [Read more...]

Seaholm: My Old High School — It’s Not Stuck in the Twentieth Century

A couple dozen of us took a tour of Birmingham High School, aka Seaholm High, during our reunion weekend in October. It looks like quite of few … [Read more...]