In My Rain-Battered Garden — Nothing Is Forever, Not Even Those Poppies

camellia blossom in rain puddle. Photo by Barbara Falconer Newhall

A camellia -- one of the dozens that hit the pavement today.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Jerome, that famously abstemious fourth- and fifth-century scholar and saint, is said to have kept a human skull on his desk to remind him of his mortality.

Those of us with gardens don’t need a skull. We’ve got stuff dying on us every day. [Read more...]

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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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