BARBARA’S BOOK

Publishers Weekly, starred review
"Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith" book cover with photo of author Barbara Falconer Newhall

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

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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.

No to Bride Barbie — Yes to a Real-Life Wedding

Christina Newhall, age 7, playing tug of war at a party. Photo by Barbara Newhall

My 7-year-old wanted nothing to do with her Bride Barbie doll. But twenty-five years later, she’s ready to be a bride for real. Read more.

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A Lost Child in Wartime Detroit — A Headscarf Story

a lost child in wartime Detroit . Kern's Department Store, Detori., 1942. Photo courtesy of US Farm Security Administration-Office of War Information - Library of Congress-Prints & Photographs online catalog Public Domain 1942-07-00

I couldn’t see the point of my mother’s skimpy yellow babushka — until the day I found myself a lost child in a cavernous Detroit department store. Read more.

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Wisdom From My Father — Or, How to Sweep the Kitchen Floor

The red David Falconer barn of my father near Scottville, Michigan. Photo by Barbara Newhall

“Think about what you are doing,” my father told me. “Use your head.” His advice still applies in a 21st-century world neither of us could have imagined.  Read more.

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Something Old — Ten Ideas, Old and New, From a Mother of the Bride

Christina Newhall checks out her wedding venue -- something old. Photo by Barbara Newhall

As a mother of the bride whose past reaches deep into the 20th century, I’ve got lots of ideas for my daughter’s wedding day “something old.” Read more.

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One Broken Ankle, and Two Lives Grind to a Halt. Or, Why You Should Definitely Stop and Tie That Loose Shoelace

A 75-year-old man with his broken ankle in a cast in a hospital bed in his den with TV. Photo by Barbara Newhall

I’m doing my wifey thing. My husband has a broken ankle and I’m taking care of him. That means I’m exhausted. And grumpy. Read more.

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The Turkeys at Our House, Dead and Alive

Turkeys at our house: live in our back yard. Photo by Barbara Newhall

Every year at this time we have a bunch of turkeys at our house. One comes in a shopping bag; the others arrive on their own two feet. Read more.

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