Journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall reports from the the second half of life -- on books, writing . . . her husband, house, aging relatives and grown-up kids.
My mother with her grandchildren on the beach at Lake Michigan in 1987. Photo by BF Newhall.
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 book and gave my 6 1/2-year-old a hard look. She was sitting on her sofa, in her house, feet up on her coffee table. Reluctantly, she moved her feet to let Peter by. He squeezed wordlessly past. [Read more...]
My son Peter gets to know the outlet at Lake Michigan. Photos by BF Newhall
By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, August 9, 1987
Up in Siskiyou mountain country, in the northwest corner of California, there is a spot known to the Karuk tribe as Kota-Mein. In the Karuk language, Kota Mein means “center of the world.” Like their ancestors before them, the Karuk people hike up to sacred spots like Kota-Mein, Chimney Rock and Doctor Rock to talk to the Great Spirit and to receive power.
I have never been to Kota-Mein, but I have been to Bass Lake, Mich.
If I were drawing a map of the world, its center would be at Bass Lake, just where its outlet flows into the great, blue Lake Michigan. [Read more...]
