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.

The Writing Room: To Niche or Not to Niche?

By Barbara Falconer Newhall Where do I belong - spiritually, philosophically, politically? As a writer? It's not easy to pigeonhole me, and believe me … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: Feminine, Feminist Pink

By Barbara Falconer Newhall The Oakland Tribune, October 9, 1988 When this column first ran in the Trib, I was sure that spike heels and inch-long … [Read more...]

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

By Barbara Falconer Newhall The Oakland Tribune, November 15, 1987 Peter likes money. He wants an allowance. The subject came up at the … [Read more...]

A Mother Who Prevailed at Auschwitz

By Barbara Falconer Newhall Ernie Hollander and his family arrived at Auschwitz in 1944. He was seventeen years old and on his coat he wore a large yellow … [Read more...]

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

By Barbara Falconer Newhall April 21,1991, The Oakland Tribune Jury duty is a lot like softball. I'd rather not do it. I'd rather not sit through the … [Read more...]