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"Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith" book cover with photo of author Barbara Falconer Newhall

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Revisiting My First Blog Post Ever — How the Selective Service Made a Man of My Son

The 1998 Selective Service pamphlet -- I left it at the post office.

The powers that be at the Selective Service System were after my son. Read more.


Tulips and Sex — Writing as If Everyone I Know Were Dead

looking at pink tulips just opening from the underside at Mountain View Cemetery in Oakland, CA. Photo by BF Newhall

I want to write about tulips today. I don’t want to write about sex. The trouble is, for me, writing about tulips means writing about sex: something about their juicy curves brings erotic metaphors to my particular mind. I had thought that once my mother — and father — were no longer alive and reading over my shoulder, I’d be able to write my heart out, but . . . Read more.


Getting a New Kitchen? Here Are the Five Things I Like Best About Mine

A stainless steel bar mounted over a ceramic cooktop holds a Tonala platter. Photo by BF Newhall

We remodeled our kitchen in 2000, and we made some design decisions that still make me happy. Read more.


It’s August, But It’s Not Too Soon to Wonder — Can Christmas Be Christmas Without the Kids?

a happy woman finds a gift for herself in the christmas tree. photo by jon newhall

Christmas has gotten to be a scheduling nightmare. Peter lives in Minnesota. Christina lives in Southern California. Jon and I live in Northern California. That puts 400 miles between us and our daughter and 2,000 miles between us and our son. Not exactly over the river and through the woods. Read more.


The Mother-of-the-Groom Diaries — Am I Too Old for Splashy Earrings?

Writer Barbara Falconer Newhall tries on Swarovsky earrings with her mother-of-the-groom gown. Photo by BF Newhall

The long dress I was planning to wear to my son’s wedding needed earrings. Not a necklace. Not a bracelet. Not a glitzy ring. My gown needed earrings. Big, attention-grabbing, dangle earrings. Read more.


Look for Me on Thursdays

Large pink and yellow tulips, close up. Photo by BF Newhall

Dear Readers. From now on I’ll be posting on Thursday mornings instead of Saturdays. Here’s why.