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.

High School Revisited: The More Things Change, The More They Stay the Same — Only Different

By Barbara Falconer Newhall Birmingham, Michigan, my old home town, is deep in flyover country. I live in California now and, Left Coast chauvinist that … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: I’ve Got a Dirty Little Secret — I (Still) Can’t Say No to Toys

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, June, 1987 Some people can't resist chocolate. For others, it's clothes. Some folks, oddly enough, will spend $110,000 on a … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: Help Us Choose Our Christmas Card Photo

By Barbara Falconer Newhall For the first time in our family history, we have a slew of family photos we could put on our Christmas card this … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: You Can’t Go Home Again . . . Oh, But You Can

By Barbara Falconer Newhall It turns out that, yes, you can go home again. If you're me, that is. All I had to do was show up for my high school class … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: Hanging Out in the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden

By Barbara Falconer Newhall After our visit to the the Walker Art Center in downtown Minneapolis, my son Peter and I walked across the street to the … [Read more...]