Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.
I’m turning 80 and I’m hoping for gifts: grandkids art for the fridge, plants for the new backyard. And a gift only my readers can give. Read more.
Our garden remodel is done at last. Three plus flights of stairs take you from the canyon below our house to the street above. Come climb the stairs with me. Read more.
It’s happening. Our funky side yard with its treacherous stairs and shabby retaining walls is getting a new look. Read more.
The more comprehensible the universe seems, the more it seems a pointless universe, said Nobel laureate physicist, Steven Weinberg. Read more.
Standing in the mess that is our backyard, talking and laughing with the landscaping crew, I wonder: Is it OK when a widow laughs? Read more.
The same death that took Jesus took my husband. Can we say then that all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well? Read more.