I started blogging to promote my book back in 2009. Now my elderly, old school blog is spam-riddled and in need of an update. 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.
What About the Boys? What About the Men?
What about the boys? What about the men? Have we liberated women forgotten to listen to what our men are trying to say? Read more.
Living to 100 — And Then Some
Living to 100 — and then some: My grandmother lived till a few weeks short of her 100th birthday. My plan was to do the same. Read more.
Waiting My Turn at the DMV — With 150 People Ahead of Me in Line
I tried to be patient waiting my turn at the DMV with 150 ahead of me in line. Did I have a choice? Read more.
The Great Big Medicine Cabinet of My Dreams
The great big medicine cabinet of my dreams has arrived — with its fifteen linear feet of shelving. Read more.
Too Many Angry Diatribes. Not Enough Tact. Why?
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.
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.