Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.
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.
Cattle feed lot extending acres into the distance at Harris Ranch, CA. Photo by BF Newhall[/caption]
I don’t see a clear difference between slaughtering a pig and cutting down a seven-story tree. Between netting the wild salmon I eat for dinner and harvesting my breakfast oats. Faced with a choice between killing a pig and killing the tree in our backyard – I’d kill the pig. Read more.
I’m a meat-eating loser. I didn’t win the “Why It’s OK to Eat Meat” essay contest the New York Times Magazine put on a few weeks ago. But I’m OK with that. Read more.
A Makeover in the Works — We’re Updating My Website
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.
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.
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.
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.