The book’s cover was fuchsia, its title blunt: “Why He Didn’t Call You Back.” Just what I needed years ago when I was young and single and wondering why so many guys would take me out once or twice — then disappear without explanation. Gone. Evaporated. Poof. Read more.
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Why Can’t a Dad Be More Like a Mom? . . . Do We Really Want Them To Be?
My friend Carol calls them “the little inequities.” She is talking about the small, countless ways that men fail to notice what needs to be done for their children. Read more.
Widowed: The Superman at My House
The Superman we spotted on Hollywood Boulevard was gorgeous. But Jon, my husband, was the man for me. He was the Superman at my house. Read more.
My Deceased Husband’s Laptop — I Fixed It Myself!
My deceased husband’s laptop had become my favorite, fun laptop in the months following his death. But now I couldn’t open it. Read more.
“Bamboo Secrets” — A Love Story in the Shadow of Japan
‘Read Me a Story, Mommy, But Not That One You Wrote’ (Or,The Nicest Thing My Husband Ever Said to Me)
To save money, management had cut my hours back to one day a week. I did what every self-respecting writer does when she’s ticked off at the world. I sat down at the keyboard – and wrote. Read more.
About
I’m Barbara Falconer Newhall and, like everybody I know, I have a serious case of the human condition. I’m grumpy, judgy, absent-minded, and given to all-day shopping expeditions. I’m also, like most people, susceptible to occasional, inexplicable bouts of compassion and generosity — which, of course, is what makes the human condition so darned interesting. […]