Barbara Falconer Newhall – Page 8

I’m Playing Hooky From My Blog Today

I’m playing hooky from my blog today. So this is not a blog post. This is me complaining — again — about my consarned to-do list. Read more.

We’re Not Immortal After All . . . Good to Know

We’re not immortal after all. When we were twenty, we thought we were, which meant some of us did things like hop a freight train to Los Angeles. Read more.

I’m 83 and I’m Dumping My Bucket List

Sometime between the pandemic and my husband’s death I began dumping out the contents of my travel bucket list. Read more.

Three Photos That Bring My Husband Back to Life. And One That Doesn’t

Now and then I come across a photo that brings my husband back to life, and for one sweet moment, Jon is there in all his ineffable Jon-ness. Read more.

Widowed: I’ve Been Writing a Memoir in Essays All This Time

For three-plus years, I’ve been writing blog posts about being widowed. Do I have the makings of a memoir in essays? Read more.

Let Me Tell You About My Daisies — And My Ankles

Let me tell you about my daisies. Fresh and perky last week, they had faded and shriveled when I wasn’t looking. Read more.

Is My Writing Too Nice?

I sometimes wonder when I sit down to write — am I too much of an optimist? Am I too hopeful? Too trusting? Is my writing too nice? Read more.

For the Kids: An Obstacle Course — Or a Fairy Circle?

I tugged and dragged and rolled the old logs onto the terrace and made them into an obstacle course. Or was it a fairy circle? Read more .

Widowed: Jon’s Memorial Tree Is Thriving — Both of Them

The memorial tree planted in my husband’s honor is thriving — both of them. Madrones are fussy, so we planted two to be on the safe side. Read more.

Tending a Friendship — I’m on Her Calendar and She’s on Mine

Tending a long and deep friendship — we’ve done it by setting a hiking date once a month, without fail, so that I’m on her calendar and she’s on mine. Read more.

Author: Barbara Falconer Newhall