Barbara Falconer Newhall – Page 12

Widowed: A Bathroom for One

My husband isn’t here to take care of me. I’m taking care of me now. I’m widowed and I’m treating myself to a bathroom for one. Read more.

Here Comes Another Year!

Here comes another year. Some of us have accumulated a lot of them. My glamorous Aunt Grace had racked up 98 years by the time she left the planet. Read more.

Happy Holidays!

I’m keeping my mid-winter greetings short and sweet today: May your holiday season be warm and bright! Happy Holidays! Read more.

Widowed: The Perfect Husband. The Perfect Christmas Tree

Widowed: The perfect husband? The perfect Christmas tree? I started a list of all the things that annoyed me about Jon. But I lost the list. Read more.

‘Tis the Season to Declutter. Or Is It?

‘Tis the season to declutter — to ditch the 1960s peace flag and make room for the garlic roaster and the pickleball paddles. Or is it? Read More.

Blood and Guts in My Backyard. Or, Nature Tidies Up

Blood and guts in my backyard: A half-eaten deer lay sprawled under my cypress tree. Ravens croaked the news from the tree above. Read more.

Betty Rollin: A Light Has Gone Out. And So Have Many Others

Betty Rollin: A light has gone out. And so have many others — Rosalynn Carter, Harry Belafonte, Dianne Feinstein, Cormac McCarthy, Daniel Ellsberg … Read more.