On the air and in cyberspace: too many angry diatribes, not enough tact. Do we — you and I — really want to tone things down? Read more.
A Case of the Human Condition
I’m Barbara Falconer Newhall and I’ve got an incurable Case of the Human Condition. And since you do too, I’m counting on you to laugh and cry along with me as I riff on life as we know it . . . Below you'll read about my creaky, old fifties house, my forays into home gardening, my shopping stories, my spectacularly low-fashion wardrobe -- and more.
My Days Are Numbered — And So Are My Minutes
My days are numbered, so I’ve decided to be miserly about how I spend what’s left of them. Read more.
I Was Young and Single for Way Too Long — Why?
I was young and single for way too long. Why? Could a book I spotted at an airport bookstore finally give me some answers? Read more.
Forget Those Charming Little Forget-Me-Nots. They’re Not as Innocent as They Seem
Forget those charming little forget-me-nots. They’re not as guileless as they look. They have an agenda. Read more.
I Confess. In 2020, I Washed the Potatoes. With Soap
It was April, 2020. The pandemic was underway and you couldn’t be too careful about what you let into your house, including your groceries. Which is why I washed the potatoes, with soap. Read more.
When the Rough-In Plumbing and Electrical Are Things of Beauty
The hidden secret behind the sheetrock in my bathroom — the rough-in plumbing and rough-in electrical are things of beauty. Read more.
My Porta-Potty Has Finally Arrived! And Coming Soon — A Bath Remodel
My Porta-potty has arrived. Finally. Coming soon, a brand-new bathroom with a huge stall shower, comfy bench and lots of grab bars. Read more.