A Manners-Challenged Kid Who Became the Apple of His Grandma’s Eye

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 … [Read more...]

Why I Can’t Write My Memoir — Not the Part About My Mom Anyway

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, May 4, 2010 Well, last week I missed my Friday night 11:59 p.m. deadline for posting on this blog. The reason: My … [Read more...]

Small Boys: Reading, Writing — And Yucky

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, September 13, 1987, The Oakland Tribune Little Max is off to kindergarten for his first taste of the real world. What will … [Read more...]

Wait for Me! (Keeping up With the Twenty-Somethings)

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 … [Read more...]

The Trouble With Daffodils — and My Writing

By Barbara Falconer Newhall I don't like daffodils. I feel about daffodils the way I feel about some of my writing - too damned cheerful. Too … [Read more...]