“Precious Jewish daughter, please move to the side when a man approaches.” So read a number of signs hanging on trees in Williamsburg, a mostly Hasidic Jewish community in Brooklyn,
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.
A Case of the Human Condition: My Daughter the Trash Heap
My daughter is beautiful. But I wonder if she wants to be. If she liked being beautiful, why did she dress up as a heap of trash for Halloween when she was 11? A “Doctor Who” space alien at 28? Read more.
Post 9/11 Active Duty Vets: Country, Yes. God, Not So Much
82 percent of veterans who served on active duty since 9/11 say they would advise a young person close to them to sign up for the military.
Found: Big Bucks in My Sock Drawer. Lost: My Mother
I just found four brand new hundred-dollar bills in my sock drawer. Where in the world did that money come from? Read more.
Tinka Falconer: Her Ninety-Three Years
Here’s an obituary for my mother, Tinka Falconer, who died in December. Read more.
How to Tell if You’re a Writer
A writer is someone who . . .
A Case of the Human Condition: A Half Century Later I’m Still a Size 10 . . . OK, 12
I wore a size 10 in high school way back in 1959 and a size 12 in college. That was twenty plus pounds ago, but I can still squeeze into size 10 (or 12) jeans. Am I remembering my young self all wrong? Read more.