Judy Farah

1 week ago | comstocksmag.com | Judy Farah

My visit to the Women for Wolves sanctuary in Placer County was a moving experience Back Article This story is part of our April 2025 issue. To subscribe, click here. This article is a sidebar to a feature story from May’s issue. I drive along a winding, one-lane country road in Placer County for quite a while, twisting and turning until it turns into a dirt path, then a gravel one, bumping along until I come to an open, sprawling area surrounded by oak trees.

3 weeks ago | comstocksmag.com | Judy Farah

This story is part of our March 2025 issue. To subscribe, click here. I can’t remember the exact moment it happened, but ever since our mothers dressed us up in white, poufy chiffon dresses with inflatable petticoats underneath to recite a poem together at our Christmas kindergarten pageant, we became best friends. I was the lucky one. Brenda’s father owned the neighborhood deli around the corner in the tiny New Jersey town where we grew up.

1 month ago | comstocksmag.com | Judy Farah

This story is part of our March 2025 issue. To subscribe, click here. Partner, Orrick, Herrington & Sutcliffe Cynthia Larsen’s parents stressed education to all of their 10 children, and it paid off. Nine of the 10 achieved advanced degrees while the other became an athlete and physical education teacher. Larsen became a lawyer with an impressive career that includes being involved in a case before the U.S. Supreme Court.

Nov 8, 2024 | comstocksmag.com | Judy Farah

My first home was a small 1920s cottage in the canyons of Los Angeles. It was in the same hills as Dodger Stadium, where we could sometimes hear the roar of the crowd at night and where hawks and coyotes roamed during the day. It had a small kitchen and dining room, which I filled with an antique sideboard and table, and a living room you stepped down into with a large, oval Spanish-style window that gave a picturesque view of the lush canyon.

Oct 31, 2024 | comstocksmag.com | Judy Farah

This story is part of our October 2024 issue. To subscribe, click here. My fascination with cemeteries began when I was a child, when my father would take me to our local one in New Jersey to pay our respects to lost relatives. While he stood in thought over the grave of his father or brother, I’d wander. In the back end of this cemetery were the older graves. Every third or fourth headstone I walked by had a picture on it — a photo of the dead person lying in their coffin.