It turns out that, yes, you can go home again. If you’re me, that is. All I had to do was show up for my high school class reunion and there I was, back in Birmingham, Michigan.
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: Hanging Out in the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden
Peter and I walked over to the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden. Claes Oldenburg’s “Spoonbridge and Cherry” is a kick, but I gravitated to Jenny Holzer’s witty “Selections From the Living Series.”
A Case of the Human Condition: Walking the Walker in Minneapolis
After the Religion Newswriters Conference in Minneapolis in September, I took time out to visit our son Peter. Together we took a walk around the Walker Art Center. Here’s what we saw.
A Case of the Human Condition: Living the Good Life — In Minneapolis
Photos from the Midwest’s best-kept secret: lively, liveable Minneapolis.
A Case of the Human Condition: I’ve Got One — And So Does My Mom
My mother is in the hospital. That means I’ll be doing a lot driving — and not so much writing.
Do Books Have Rights? This One Didn’t. I Threw It in the Trash.
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Into the trash with this adorable mousey book! Photo by BF. Newhall[/caption]
Into the trash with this adorable mousey book! Photo by BF. Newhall[/caption]
It was a book, a children’s book. But I dumped it in the garbage anyway. I threw it out the way I would toss out a dead flashlight battery or a slab of moldy cheddar. Read more.
GodsBigBlog: Hunger in America — It’s Real
My writer colleague Laura Willis reports from Sewannee, Tennessee, that the economic crisis is hitting people pretty hard in the Southern Cumberland Plateau. Hundreds of people stood in line for hours to receive food . . . .