Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.
What kind of writer am I anyway? When I sit down to the keyboard, is it to write something beautiful — or something that will sell? Am I an artist? Or am I a brand? 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 nature even know we’re here? Is nature benevolent? Cruel? Or indifferent? I used to think it was benign. Now I’m not so sure. Read more.
Traveling solo along Lake Michigan meant I could linger over coffee with friends. It also meant I could ignore my GPS and exit the freeway on a whim. Read more.
At last a chance to read from “Wrestling with God” at the Pentwater, Michigan library. My idea of a good time. Read More
I went inside the Antler Bar in Pentwater, Michigan, and there I had one too many. Read more.