It arrived on Monday. There it was right outside the front door. A small brown package. And inside — a copy of my book, “Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith.” Read more.
Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall riffs on life as she knows it.
I've written hundreds and hundreds of posts over the years. To help you find your way to the best of the best, I've tagged my favorites "Don't Miss!" Scroll down here to find them.
Another way to locate Riffs on Life that you might enjoy is to click above on your favorite category – "My Ever-Changing Family," perhaps, or "Funny Button." You can also use the search box located way up top to hunt for stories by topic. There's fun reading at "garden," "aging," "kids" and, of course, "Jon."
It arrived on Monday. There it was right outside the front door. A small brown package. And inside — a copy of my book, “Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith.” Read more.
Christmas was coming and I needed a Christmassy, Jesusy post. I went to my photo gallery — where else?– and I searched for Jesus. Read more.
Things. They stay where you put them. They don’t talk back or upchuck on the Persian rug. They don’t require thank-you notes or post cards from Tahoe. I like my things. Read more.
It’s Advent, the traditional time of (quiet!) preparation for Christmas. But when it arrives, what does Christmas bring, really? Read more.
At the Christmas tree lot, the kids played hide ’n’ seek amid the trees, leaving me to find the perfect Christmas tree. The responsibility weighed heavy. Read more.
I couldn’t make up my mind about that tall stand of fireweed I saw growing on the edge of a woodlet in the Pacific Northwest last summer. Were those blossoms purple? Blue? Pink? Or what? Read more.
We cling. We cling to stuff. We cling to moments in time. On vacation last summer I clung to the verdant San Juan Islands flora. Read more.