Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall reports from the scene on books, writing . . . and life as she knows it.
Going crazy in my front yard — geraniums, blue-eyed grass (a California native) and the moss rock, at lower right. Photos by BF Newhall
By Barbara Falconer Newhall
I wasn’t looking. I was at the computer all weekend with my back to the world. When I finally took a bleary look out the window on Monday morning, I saw a front yard crazy with life – poppies, [Read more...]
A summer sunset over Lake Michigan not too far from Eagle Top. Photo by BF Newhall
By Barbara Falconer Newhall
Somebody owns Eagle Top. They bought it ten years ago and built a cottage on it. I didn’t think it was possible to buy, sell or own Eagle Top. I thought Eagle Top belonged to itself. But [Read more...]
This gown needs earrings. Big, blingy, look-at-me earrings. Photos by BF Newhall
By Barbara Falconer Newhall
The long dress I was planning to wear to my son’s wedding needed earrings. Not [Read more...]
The Killer Shoes: Silver satin with with 4 1/2-inch heels and a funky zipper up the back. By Glint, at Nordstrom, $129.95. Photo by BF Newhall
By Barbara Falconer Newhall
Jon picked out his wedding attire in a half hour. I’ve devoted several all-day shopping trips to my wedding outfit and I’m still not done.
Jon feels sorry for me. All that shopping. So many trips to the mall. So many trips [Read more...]
The Walrus Boy got his picture taken a week or so after being bashed in the lip by a hard ball that was hit off a T. BF Newhall photo.
Here’s a story about my husband, my son and an errant baseball. I wrote it when Peter was eight — and I was a mom who worried a lot.
By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, May 14, 1989
It’s all their fault. They don’t do their share of the housework. They edge us out of the good jobs. They don’t talk about their feelings, and when we talk about ours they don’t listen. They are insensitive. They are selfish. [Read more...]
