Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.
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 Monday morning, I saw a front yard crazy with life — poppies, blue-eyed grass, armeria, pansies and several lascivious stalks of lupine blossoms. Read more.
I live in California where spring peaks in March. And by last week the little patch of hillside that is our front yard was alive with color. Read more.
Passive sentences can be wordy and vague — or useful. For me, a passive sentence is one that, like it or not, obscures the doer of the action. Read more.