Here’s an obituary for my mother, Tinka Falconer, who died in December. Read more.
Barbara’s Riffs on Life
The Writing Room: My Book’s Almost Done, Sorta
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My computer monitor the day before my mother broke her hip and brought progress on my book to a halt for a year. Photo by Barbara Newhall[/caption]
My computer monitor the day before my mother broke her hip and brought progress on my book to a halt for a year. Photo by Barbara Newhall[/caption]
My book is close to done. I’ve been working on it for nigh on to 13 years now. Can’t imagine what it will feel like to have it done-ish. Read more.
How to Tell if You’re a Writer
A writer is someone who . . .
The Writing Room: Write About My Aging Mother? I Don’t Think So . . .
Ten reasons why I’m finding it impossible to write about my 92-year-old mother, even though she’s all I can think about right now . . . .
A Case of the Human Condition: A Half Century Later I’m Still a Size 10 . . . OK, 12
I wore a size 10 in high school way back in 1959 and a size 12 in college. That was twenty plus pounds ago, but I can still squeeze into size 10 (or 12) jeans. Am I remembering my young self all wrong? Read more.
A Manners-Challenged Kid Who Became the Apple of His Grandma’s Eye
“Move,” said my 6-year-old son Peter to his grandmother. “I want to get by.” My mother looked up from her book and gave my son a hard look. Read more.