Journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall reports from the the second half of life -- on books, writing . . . her husband, house, aging relatives and grown-up kids.
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...]
Four pretty girls. Christina is second from right in the pink leotard and white tutu. Photos by BF Newhall.
By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, September 1987
“What does Christina have on today?” M.J. wanted to know.
M.J. and Christina are friends. They ran into each other while shopping for tutus.
M.J., who is 4, was wearing a dress.
She looked pretty.
Christina, newly 4, was wearing dungarees.
She looked OK.
My sister-in-law Alice had warned me [Read more...]
