A Newspaper Story With My Name on It — That I Didn’t Have to Write

By Barbara Falconer Newhall It was a very pleasant 45 minutes; for once I was the interviewee and someone else, a newspaper reporter, was doing the hard … [Read more...]

Telephoning Those Teenage Babysitters — Rejected Again

Note to readers born since the turn of the century: Back in the olden days, before email, before texting, before Facebook and Twitter, Moms looking for a … [Read more...]

The Sad State of the Supermarket Strawberry

By Barbara Falconer Newhall I’m worried about the strawberry. It’s too late for the tomato. Its innards were transformed into colorless, flavorless – … [Read more...]

Will Our Kids Grow Up to Be Cheaters Like Lance Armstrong?

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, The Oakland Tribune, March 24, 1991 Jon was disturbed by what he saw. It was just a handful of kids playing touch football … [Read more...]

A Case of the Human Condition: Am I Scotch?* Or Midwestern?

By Barbara Falconer Newhall, Oakland Tribune, April 2, 1989 It was St. Patrick’s Day and Christina was hunting around for something green to wear. “How … [Read more...]