We just keep getting better and better — and less and less like a bunch of adolescents. The class of 1959, Birmingham High School, Birmingham, Michigan, stopped talking long enough to let me take some pictures — October, 2009.
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.
High School Revisited: The More Things Change, The More They Stay the Same — Only Different
My old high school, deep in flyover country, has moved into the 21st century: The girls room is now the women’s room and the library the media room. Read more.
A Case of the Human Condition: I’ve Got a Dirty Little Secret — I (Still) Can’t Say No to Toys
Some people can’t resist chocolate. For others, it’s clothes. Some folks, oddly enough, will spend $110,000 on a Ferrari with no back seat and hardly any trunk. Imagine that . . . For me as the mother of young children, toys were my weakness. Read more.
A Case of the Human Condition: Help Us Choose Our Christmas Card Photo
We have a slew of family photos we could put on our Christmas card this year. Help us decide which one. Vote for your favorite.
A Case of the Human Condition: You Can’t Go Home Again . . . Oh, But You Can
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: 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.