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: Would My Husband Like to Add My Name to His?

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, January 8, 1989, The Oakland Tribune Jon and I had been married nearly 12 years. It was time to pop the question … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: When a Young Mother Dies

By Barbara Falconer Newhall The Oakland Tribune, Dec. 11, 1988 It was a copy of the old Union Prayer Book that had stood on a bookshelf next to my … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: The Day She Popped the Question

By Barbara Falconer Newhall Things were getting serious. My boyfriend had moved his goldfish into my apartment. I returned from a long weekend with … [Read more...]

Brutality Begets Brutality, That’s Why Torture is Not OK — An American POW’s Story

By Barbara Falconer Newhall A couple of weeks ago, I posted the story of a man who survived a brutal forced march across Germany during World War … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: Death is the Only Guarantee

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, June 3, 1987 My 13-year-old compact sprang a leak in its transmission. I spread a piece of cardboard … [Read more...]