A photo of the Scottville, Michigan, High School Football Team — 1929
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: I’m a Woman with a — Sprawling — Past
The trouble with painting inside your closets is — everything has to come out of them.
And then what do you do with all your beloved stuff?
Shepherd Bliss and Men’s Secrets — No Women Allowed
Men’s No. 1 secret, Shepherd Bliss told me, the one they want to keep from women — and other men — is that they, too, feel powerless. Read more.
GodsBigBlog: OK, What’s God’s Big Blog?
“What is GodsBigBlog?” a reader asks. It’s God’s Big Blog — so named because God is big and humanity’s spiritual paths are many. I’m a religion writer in the tradition of Huston Smith . . .
A Case of the Human Condition: It’s the Fourth of July!
It was the Fourth of July, and the Scottville, Michigan, Clown Band — famous in those parts — was struting its stuff. I got a seat right on the curb . . . .
What to Do With Those Ugly Snapdragons Now That They’re (Almost) Dead?
Those ugly blood-red snapdragons are gone from our front yard. I pulled them out, and my rock garden is the better for it.
A Case of the Human Condition: I Did It — I Offed Those Frightful Snapdragons
I yanked those ugly maroon snapdragons out by the roots. My front yard color scheme has been restored, and all is right with the world.