The Writing Room: Write About My Aging Mother? I Don’t Think So . . .

 
Tinka Falconer on the exercise bike after broken hip.

Within a few weeks of hip surgery, my mother was doing physical therapy at a skilled nursing facility. Photo 2010 BF Newhall

Barbara Falconer Newhall, June 5, 2010

Ten reasons why I’m finding it impossible to write about my 92-year-old mother, even though she’s all I can think about right now:   

  1. I love my mother, and I don’t know how to write about that. [Read more...]
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Wait for Me! (Keeping up With the Twenty-Somethings)

Christina-Newhall-after-6-mile-lululemon-run

My daughter Christina ran 6 miles in less time than it took me to walk 3. She was doing her stretches on the sidewalk when I arrived back at the Lululemon store in Berkeley. Photos by BF Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

I was all of three or four years old, pumping away on the pedals of my tricycle, near tears because the big kids were leaving me behind.

“Wait for me!” I cried.

Nobody listened. [Read more...]

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