
My mother with her grandchildren on the beach at Lake Michigan in 1987. Photo by BF Newhall.
By Barbara Falconer Newhall
The Oakland Tribune, Sunday, September 27, 1987
“Move,” said Peter. “I want to get by.”
My mother looked up from her book and gave my 6 1/2-year-old a hard look. She was sitting on her sofa, in her house, feet up on her coffee table. Reluctantly, she moved her feet to let Peter by. He squeezed wordlessly past. [Read more...]





