The story of a story by Ruth Neuwald Falcon
Thirty-five years ago I wrote a story about a young woman named Molly who moved from Manhattan to a canyon in the Santa Monica mountains.…
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Thirty-five years ago I wrote a story about a young woman named Molly who moved from Manhattan to a canyon in the Santa Monica mountains.…
Continue reading → The story of a story by Ruth Neuwald Falcon
Spring comes late and gently to upstate New York. It had already arrived in the city three weeks ago when I was there, bursting into soft…
I started writing this post riding backwards (seems fitting somehow) on the train returning to Albany from Penn Station, so the tenses may slip a…
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I've been in the city for three and a half days, with another day and a half to go. Friday afternoon, right after dropping my…