The Dracena Is Dead. Long Live the Dracena
I did it. I cut the dracena marginata growing wild in our living room down to size. Read more.
Help! My Dracena Marginata Has Hit the Ceiling — What Can I Do?
My dracena marginata is doing itself in. It’s hurling itself against our living room ceiling. What’s a plant owner to do? Please advise. Read more.
A Crazy-Making Crazy Quilt — Finished at Last
In desperation I took the crazy-making crazy quilt that I’d begun–but never finished–over to Sue Mary Fox’s quilting studio in Berkeley. Read more.
The Quilt From Hell — Forty-Two Years Later, It’s Still Not Finished
It had been staring at me from that drawer for decades. The quilt from hell. My wedding present to my brother and his wife. Never finished, never presented. Read more.
Riffs on Life: Your Top Ten Favorites of 2014 — Sort Of
Here they are, your favorite Riffs on Life of 2014 — that is to say, the posts that got the most page reads from Google and other search engines this year. Read more.
Seven Reasons to Be Grateful This Thanksgiving: Starting With the Rain, a Leaky Dishwasher, and You
A book that’s done and ready to go. Enough rain to green up the hills for the holidays. Pumpkin pie. And you! I’ve got reasons to be grateful, big and small. Read more.
Olympic Sculpture Park Photos — Cool Art, Really Cool Park
More Olympic Sculpture Park photos: At this seven-year-old park in Seattle, you can have it both ways — cool modern art and a stunning walk in the city. Read more.
The Olympic Sculpture Park — An Artful Stroll on Seattle’s Waterfront
By Barbara Falconer Newhall Photographing Seattle’s Olympic Sculpture Park was fun. Even more fun was downloading all my wannabe works of photo art and poring over over them for hours on end. Especially the photos I took of Teresita Fernandez’s magical, elusive glass wall, “Seattle Cloud Cover.” And Mark di Suvero’s steely “Schubert Sonata.” Which […]
Tudor Bungalows in the Twin Cities—Little Houses With a Big Sense of Humor
Can a house have a sense of humor? I never gave it thought until I visited Minneapolis and was treated to street after street of droll Tudor bungalows. Read more.
At the Hallmark Store — Teary-Eyed in the Sympathy Card Section
I keep a stash of greeting cards in my desk — birthday and anniversary cards to send to sisters-in-law, brothers, nephews and nieces as the dates come up. But that’s not what I needed on a recent afternoon. I needed sympathy cards. Two of them. Read more.