"Wrestling with God" book with Barbara Falconer Newhall

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.

My Long-Lost Dead Ancestors — I Found Them in a Parking Lot

The 1600 block of Minneapolis's Seventh Avenue South where my long-lost dead ancestors once lived is now a parking lot fronted by high rises. Photo by Barbara Newhall

The 1600 block of Minneapolis’s Seventh Avenue South, where my long-lost dead ancestors once lived, is now a parking lot fronted by high rises. Photo by Barbara Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Yes, you can locate your long-gone ancestors. You can pin them down to an exact place. Locating ancestors is not quite as easy as googling your high school boyfriend. But it’s fun, and only a tiny bit more challenging than the Tuesday New York Times crossword puzzle.

For the past couple of weeks I’ve been digitally trailing some of my  [Read more…]

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My Big Brother Loves Me — The Cataract Chronicles Continued

Her big brother took this picture when Barbara Falconer Newhall was a college student. She's wearing glasses and has a bouffant hairdo. Barbara Newhall photo

Big Brother took this photo of me in our suburban Detroit front yard the summer before my senior year in college, long before cataracts could develop. I’m liking that mid-century red lipstick. The Jackie O bouffant, not so much. Barbara Newhall photo

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

My big brother loves me. I’ve always known that, of course. But recently he said it out loud, in so many words.

The second of my cataract surgeries was recently behind me, and I could see pretty well out of both eyes.  My brother and I were sitting across the table from each other at a neighborhood restaurant, and I was managing to read the menu and see my brother [Read more…]

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Leap Year 1976 — The Day I Popped the Question

march 6, 1977 jon and barbara newahall greet guests at University Club, San Francisco, a their wedding reception. Photo Peter Luers Studio.

He said yes. And so did she. Photo Peter Luers Studio

2016 is a Leap Year, and February 29, Leap Day, is coming up on Monday. That means Jon and I will be celebrating the fortieth anniversary of the day I proposed marriage. (Or the tenth anniversary, depending on how you calculate it.) Here’s how it happened:

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, May 31, 1987

Things were getting serious. My boyfriend had moved his goldfish into my apartment.

I returned from a long weekend with my parents to find that Jon had moved his [Read more…]

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Revisiting My First Blog Post Ever — How the Selective Service Made a Man of My Son

Cover of 1998 US Selective Service draft registration pamphlet.

The Selective Service notice — I left it at the post office.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Note to readers. Seven years ago this month, in 2009, I posted my first blog post, and BarbaraFalconerNewhall.com was born. I hope you have enjoyed visiting this website as much as I have enjoyed sharing my adventures and posting my photos. Here’s that first post: 

A colorful pamphlet, was standing at crisp attention in its rack in the post office lobby. “MEN 18-25 YEARS,” it read. “You can handle this. REGISTER. It’s quick. It’s [Read more…]

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Kindergarten Looms for a 5-Year-Old and His Mom

A five year old boy lines up against a wall to be measured. Photo by Barbara Newhall

Peter at 5. Will he measure up? Photo by Barbara Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, February 16, 1986

I slipped a sheet of paper across the breakfast table toward Peter, then rolled a couple of marking pens his way.

“Hey, Peter,” I said, trying to be nonchalant. “Want to draw a picture of He-Man?”

Peter smelled a rat. He is barely 5 years old, but he can [Read more…]

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