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Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.

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Barbara Falconer Newhall

Geographic Mobility in America — Watching My Grown-Up Kids Disappear

January 9, 2010 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

College student enters airport with suitcases to go to Carleton College for his freshman year. Photo by Barbara Falconer Newhall

Most of my grandmother’s children – there were seven of them – lived out their lives within walking distance of their mother’s white frame house in Scottville, Michigan. Not my father. He moved away. So did I. So has my son. Read more.

A (Pillow) Case of the Human Condition: Time to Crack Open That Hope Chest and Live a Little

January 2, 2010 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

hand embroider pillowcase with french knots & daisies. Photo by BF Newhall.

I waited too long to get married. By the time Jon and I said our vows, the contents of my hope chest had become outdated, old-fashioned, fussy — unusable. As a result, after thirty some years of marriage, I continue to be the owner of a dozen or so beautiful, hand-embroidered, virginal pillowcases. Read more.

A (Contagious) Case of the Human Condition: How a Mother of Preschool Kids Outsmarts the Mighty Microbe

December 29, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Kindergarten girls playing a hand game. Photo by BF Newhall

I believe in microbes. Microbes are like God. You can’t hear them, taste them, smell them or see them with the naked eye. But you know they’re there. Lately, I’ve had more experiences with microbes than with God. I’ve been sick a lot. Read more.

Feng Shui Tip for the Writing Room and the Bedroom — Your Mother’s Not Allowed, and Neither Are the Kids

December 18, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

There are no photos in my my writing room. No kids, no parents, no family. Pictures of my parents have the worst effect on me when I’m trying to write. “When are you going to get a real job, Barb?” they shout from their frames as I enter the workroom. Peering over my shoulder, they pass judgment on me and my thoughts, “You’re writing about that? Shame on you.”

Theologian Harvey Cox: You Don’t Have to Believe to Be a Christian

December 12, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Church bell tower, whitewashed church in the Greek Islands. Photo by BF Newhall

I’d like to recommend Harvey Cox’s newest book to all my non-believer friends. So many of the sophisticated, highly educated people I know labor under the assumption that they have to believe – to assent intellectually to – the factuality of traditional Christian teaching. They don’t. And here’s why: The idea of a fixed creed to which a true Christian must subscribe dates back, not to the life of Jesus, but to the emperor Constantine. Read more.

The Writing Room: Journalists in Jail Around the World — More and More Are Freelancers

December 8, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

The Committee to Protect Journalists reports that freelancers now make up nearly 45 percent journalists jailed around the world, an increase that probably reflects changes in global news reporting.

Snow in California

December 7, 2009 By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Apparently, it snowed last night on our little hill in Oakland. There was snow all over the place at 11 a.m. — on cars, on the lawn around a local hilltop swimming pool, on Mt. Diablo to the East, and dripping and plopping off the trees.

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I Brake for Floor Plans — I Like to See How Those Other People Live

Floor plan of condo on East 86 Street, Manhattan, with three bedrooms and 3.5 baths.

It’s Sunday morning. I pull the New York Times Magazine from the fat stack of newspapers on the breakfast table, fully intending to read the informative, thought-provoking articles inside. But I get no farther than page two, because that’s where the real estate ads are – the ones with the floor plans. Read more.

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