Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.
Even my toddler knew how to ply the art of rhetoric. It’s something we humans use every day, on each other, starting at an early age. Read more.
Grief changes from day to day. For me right now, without my husband alongside me, grief is love with no place to go. Read more.
Does life ever get easier for the widowed? Yes, it does, sad to say. For some, the fading of that intense grief feels like yet another loss. Read more.
What makes me happy? Catching one of my kids in a moment of real time happiness. Like my son holding his newborn for the first time. Read more.
We’re nothing like that happy family photo we send with our holiday card each year. Our photo rejects reveal we are a testy, scrappy lot. Read more.
It’s Grandparents Day today. How to be a grandparent? I haven’t a clue. Why do we do it? I have some thoughts on that one. Read more.