My years are numbered. Who knows, I might be at the point where I’ve got more money than time. Give me the plant that’s ready to bloom — now. Read more.
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.
Old and Getting Older — The Octogenarian and the Four-Year-Old
Some old people, including me, are a lot like little kids. We like to brag about how old we are. Read more.
‘It’s Not My Jam’ — Is Not My Jam. Of Course, It Isn’t. I’m 81 Years Old, for Heaven’s Sake
People in the know were saying, ‘It’s not my jam.’ A product of the 20th century, I was sticking to, ‘It’s not my cup of tea.’ Read more.
It’s a New Year — Another One!
Another new year has arrived. Time passes and it won’t stop. Here’s what I had to say about that back in 1990. Read more.
What to Do With a Kid on a Rainy Day
Grandchild No. 1 came for a holiday visit and it rained all week. Here’s what we found to do with a kid on a rainy day. Read more.
A Widow’s Christmas Card — Where’s Jon When I Need Him Most?
My first widow’s Christmas card — my husband isn’t here to compose the poem and photoshop the card. How do I pull it off without him? Read more.
An Urban Oasis: Keeping It Wild — And Fire Resistant
Beaconsfield Canyon was blighted with trash and invasive species — until its human neighbors took it upon themselves to restore their wild urban oasis. Read more.