"Wrestling with God" book with Barbara Falconer Newhall
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May 13th, Wednesday, 7pm: A Great Good Place for Books, Oakland/Montclair
May 16th, Saturday, 3pm: Orinda Books, 276 Village Square, Orinda

Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith

 

"Any seeker of any faith will be blessed to read the words of this fine author and observer."

Publishers Weekly, starred review

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My Ever-Changing Family

Our family shrinks and grows. People die. People get born. People get mad and won't talk to you for a while. Kids grow up and find partners of their own, and pretty soon there are brand-new in-laws.

Confessions of a So-So Wife: The Night I Forgot to Make Dinner

Jon Newhall takes a class in Thai cooking in Bangkok and shows off his dish. Photo by Jon Newhall

When the kids were older, Jon and I traveled to Thailand, where he took a class in Thai cooking and I went shopping. Photo by Jon Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, June 14, 1987

It was going to be the dinner hour of my dreams, the married life I had imagined for myself as a girl back in suburban Detroit.

The table would be set, the chicken roasted to golden perfection. The children, [Read more…]

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Telephoning Those Teenage Babysitters — Rejected Again

An ivory colored touch-tone telephone, c.irca 1980s, with coiled cord and handset. A babysitter phone list is next to it. Photo by Barbara Newhall

One of our 1980s phones. Photo by Barbara Newhall

Note to readers born since the turn of the century: Back in the olden days, before email, before texting, before Facebook and Twitter, Moms looking for a Saturday night babysitter had to set aside a good chunk of time early in the week to conduct the search by telephone — aka land line. Also, just so you know, back in the twentieth century, there used to be this quaint custom whereby teenage boys would call up teenage girls and ask them for a date.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, June 21, 1987

Jon won’t do it.

He will make our bed. He will set the breakfast table. He will empty the cat litter box. No problem.

But, no, he will not call a babysitter for Saturday night. Jon argues that it would not look right for a man on the fast track toward middle age to be making telephone [Read more…]

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Cindy Newhall Weyant — A Bright Light Has Gone Out

Cindy Newhall Weyant National Open chess tournament, Las Vegas, June 2010. With Newhall family. Photo by Barbara Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

My beautiful niece, Cindy Newhall Weyant, died in her sleep Tuesday night. How could such a lovely light go out?

She was 51 years old and had suffered with multiple sclerosis for much of her adult life. She leaves behind three wonderful sons, a devoted husband, a mother, a father, and numerous aunts, uncles and cousins who will miss her deeply. [Read more…]

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Superbowl: My Guys Are Talking Sports — And All Is Right With the World

nfl 2015 superbowl playoffs, seattle-greenbay, TV screen shot of game. Photo by Barbara Newhall

On our TV: Last Sunday’s Superbowl play-off, Seattle and Greenbay. Photo by Barbara Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

It’s January, 2015, and another Superbowl is coming up. Son Peter is 34 now and  he lives in the faraway Midwest. But as always, whenever he and Jon get together, father and son, in person, on the phone or on Skype, sure enough, the subject turns to sports — football, baseball, basketball.

I like listening to the two of them talk. I can’t keep up with the intricacies of a [Read more…]

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My Old Stuff — A Little Moldy, a Little Dusty, but Unlike Certain People It’s Still With Me

My grandmorther's pince-nez with gold chain, hairpin and laminated metal case from J.H. Chinnery, optometrist, Scottville, Michigan. Photo by Barbara Newhall

My grandmorther’s pince-nez with gold chain, hairpin and laminated metal case from J.H. Chinnery, optometrist, Scottville, Michigan. Photo by Barbara Newhall

I love my old stuff. I couldn’t get rid of it when I wrote this piece back in 1987, and I can’t get rid of it now. The ski boots and baby bottles are gone, but we still have the crutches.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, Sept. 6, 1987

Things. They stay where you put them. They don’t talk back. They don’t upchuck on the Persian rug. Things don’t have to be fed, clothed or diapered. They don’t require thank-you notes or post cards from Tahoe. [Read more…]

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