It was the late 1960s, and I was a single woman living on my own in New York City facing the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy. 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.
Unmarried and (Probably) Pregnant in Mid-Century America
Unmarried and pregnant in the 1960s — I was too ashamed to tell anyone then. But I’m telling the story now. Here’s why. Read more.
Window Treatment Sticker Shock — $13,000 for Living Room Drapes? Seriously? Sheltering at Home Week 29
With a window treatment costing 13K and a new patio costing more than what an entire house once cost, we’re also facing retirement sticker shock. Read more.
RBG: Glorious, Notorious — and Old
I want my little granddaughters to treasure and revere RBG because she was smart, compassionate, lovable — and old. Read more.
Grandparents Day Is Today — How to Grandparent and Why
It’s Grandparents Day today. How to be a grandparent? I haven’t a clue. Why do we do it? I have some thoughts on that one. Read more.
It’s My Birthday and I’m Really Old. Dang! Sheltering at Home Week 26
Today’s my birthday, another year has blown past, and I can’t help noticing that I’m really old, and I’m going to die sooner than I’d like. Read more.
Watching People Working With Their Hands — Why Am I So Fascinated? Sheltering in Place Week 25
In Bologna they call them umarells, men hanging around building sites, watching people working with their hands. I’m an umarell. Here’s why. Read more.