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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.
In My Rain-Battered Garden — Nothing Is Forever, Not Even Those Poppies
St. Jerome kept a human skull on his desk to remind him of his mortality. We gardeners don’t need a skull . We’ve got stuff dying on us every day. Read more.
Tulips, Orchids and More — Florists Put on a Lively Show for the Dead
It’s not often you get to do something for the dead. But every year, florists put on a show to benefit the Friends of Mountain View Cemetery in Oakland, CA.
It’s Spring in Our Brilliant, Bursting, Buzzing Front Yard
I live in California where spring peaks in March. And by last week the little patch of hillside that is our front yard was alive with color. Read more.
Jeff Greenwald’s Merry Band of Storytellers (Including Me) Makes Its Debut
It’s happening. Jeff Greenwald’s storytelling class will be peforming at 6 p.m. Friday at the Book Passage bookstore in San Francisco’s Ferry Building.
A (Lengthy) Case of the Human Condition: Married 35 Years
Jon Newhall and I have been married for 35 years today. Two kids, one house and lots of rewarding jobs later, we seem to be in it for the long haul. Read more.
A Case of the Human Condition: Our Christmas Candy Is — Gone!
Our Christmas candy is all gone. Gone. Like a lot of good things in life — mothers, fathers, old friends, colleagues. Read more.