Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.
Christine Blasey Ford vs. Brett Kavanaugh: Jon and I are as demoralized as we were 27 years ago during the Hill-Thomas hearings. Read more.
Facebook refused my ad because I didn’t have a Facebook Identity Confirmation — and my post was “related to politics or national issues.” Which, of course it was. Read more.
By ruling that Jane Doe must put off getting an abortion, Brett Kavanaugh forced a teenager to remain pregnant — to be pregnant — against her will. Read more.
Our house has too many walls. It was built in the 1950s when families wanted to close the door on the kitchen mess, and one upstairs bath was just fine. Read more.
I thought those romantic writers retreats were an indulgent waste of time. A one-day retreat ten miles from home showed me otherwise. Read more.
My white hair grew out when I was too sick with mono to keep it colored. To my surprise, I think I look smashing in my new look. Read more.
My doctors, a string of them, hadn’t thought to test me for mono. After all, seventy-somethings don’t get mono. Or so we thought. Read more.