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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The Writing Room: If It’s Religious, Can It Be Art?
Is religious art an oxymoron these days? Can “great” art address matters spiritual in the modern era? Read more.
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.
A Case of the Human Condition: Choose Me, Please!
Jury duty is a lot like fourth grade softball. Something in me wants to be on the team. If there is choosing going on, I want to be among the chosen. 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. […]