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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 . . . Below you'll read about my creaky, old fifties house, my forays into home gardening, my shopping stories, my spectacularly low-fashion wardrobe -- and more.

The Writing Room: To Niche or Not to Niche?

Where’s my niche – spiritually, philosophically, politically? As a writer? For a writer, nichelessness can be a problem. I’m a hopelessly open-minded, doubting, wondering, yearning skeptic who senses the Holy at work in all sorts of people — Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Muslims, atheists.


A Case of the Human Condition: Feminine, Feminist Pink

Christina likes pink. Given a choice, my five-year-old daughter will take the pink balloon, the pink panties, the pink baseball bat. And Christina likes her pink pink. Cerise, rose, fuchsia – none of the variations on the color pink will do it for her. She wants the real thing, powder puff pink, little girl pink.


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

My little son Peter likes money. He wants an allowance. Jon and I debated. Fifty cents a week? 75 cents? “Let’s not talk in cents,” said Peter, who is 6 1/2, pushing 7. “Let’s talk in dollars.”


A Case of the Human Condition: Beauty — What to Do About It

When I encounter something beautiful, I can’t just sit there and be with it. For reasons I don’t understand (yet) I am greedy and grasping when it comes to beauty. I feel the urge to do something about it. Make it last. Make it mine. And so, like a lot of people, I get out the camera and take a picture.


A Case of the Human Condition: A Mother Who Prevailed at Auschwitz

When Ernie Hollander’s family arrived at Auschwitz in 1944, his young sisters were ordered to go to the left as they left the cattle car that had transported them from their home in Hungary. Ernie’s mother was ordered to the right, but she refused to be separated from her daughters. She perished with them in the gas chamber.


A Case of the Human Condition: Choose Me, Please!

Jury duty is a lot like softball. I’d rather not do it. I’d rather not sit through the whiplash case. I’d rather not stand there in right field, breathing dust. Yet something in me wants to be on the team. If there is choosing going on, I can’t help wanting to be among the chosen.