A case of the human condition – Page 30

Found: Big Bucks in My Sock Drawer. Lost: My Mother

I just found four brand new hundred-dollar bills in my sock drawer. Where in the world did that money come from? Read more.

Tinka Falconer: Her Ninety-Three Years

Here’s an obituary for my mother, Tinka Falconer, who died in December. Read more.

How to Tell if You’re a Writer

A writer is someone who . . .

A Case of the Human Condition: A Half Century Later I’m Still a Size 10 . . . OK, 12

I wore a size 10 in high school way back in 1959 and a size 12 in college. That was twenty plus pounds ago, but I can still squeeze into size 10 (or 12) jeans. Am I remembering my young self all wrong? Read more.

A Manners-Challenged Kid Who Became the Apple of His Grandma’s Eye

“Move,” said my 6-year-old son Peter to his grandmother. “I want to get by.” My mother looked up from her book and gave my son a hard look. Read more.

Small Boys: Reading, Writing — And Yucky

Let’s face it. Kids, some kids, naturally love raunchy jokes and faces. There’s one living at my house who loves everything yucky. Read more.

Wait for Me! (Keeping up With the Twenty-Somethings)

I was a tiny preschooler, pumping away on my tricycle, near tears because the big kids were leaving me behind. Today, I was a lot older — and left in the dust again. Read more.

A Case of the Human Condition: When a Six-Year-Old Flies Solo

My mother-in-law was on the phone. Could my 6-year-old son Peter come to Southern California for a week’s visit with her? “A week?” I thought. Could I get along without my little son for a whole week? Read more.

A Case of the Human Condition: Four-Year-Old Girls — The Last Bastion of Pretty

Pink dresses. Powder blue dresses. Dresses with nosegays, kitty cats and sunbursts. Are little girls the last hold-outs for pretty these days? Read more.

A Case of the Human Condition: Spring’s Here — And So Is That Guy With His Camera

By Barbara Falconer Newhall He shows up every spring. Some years we see him. Some years we don’t. He shows up at our house just as dozens of daffodils are showing their bright, ridiculously optimistic faces all over the neighborhood and the show-offy star magnolia in our front yard is glorious with blossoms. Every year he arrives […]

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