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. And maybe a grandchild or two.

A Lost Child in Wartime Detroit — A Headscarf Story

By Barbara Falconer Newhall When I was a little kid, three or four years old, during World War II, my mother had a yellow babushka. That's what we … [Read more...]

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

By Barbara Falconer Newhall My father's voice came to me the other day as I was sweeping the kitchen floor. To his friends my father was Dave Falconer, … [Read more...]

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

Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue. -- Old English Rhyme By Barbara Falconer Newhall I thought my 40-year-old shoes would … [Read more...]

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

By Barbara Falconer Newhall Jon's got a broken ankle -- and a torn deltoid ligament. Life has ground to a halt for him. And for me. The orthopedic … [Read more...]

The Turkeys at Our House, Dead and Alive

By Barbara Falconer Newhall Hope you are having a great Thanksgiving surrounded by friends, family or both -- of every political persuasion. As always … [Read more...]