My Mother’s Last Words to Me Before She Died

By Barbara Falconer Newhall My mother’s last words to me were nothing much. No parting words of love. No heartfelt messages to the … [Read more...]

My Mother’s Goneness

By Barbara Falconer Newhall My mother is gone. But when she died she left a few things behind, a battered old purse and a small sofa she liked to call … [Read more...]

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

  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 … [Read more...]

What to Do With Those Ugly Snapdragons Now That They’re (Almost) Dead?

By Barbara Falconer Newhall It's done. Those blood-red snapdragons are gone from our front yard. I pulled them out, and my rock garden is the better for … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: I Want to Kill My Snapdragons

By Barbara Falconer Newhall I don't like the snapdragons growing in my front yard. Their color, somewhere between scarlet and maroon, gets on my nerves. … [Read more...]