A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Home for the Holidays
I am not sure when it started. More than a while a while ago.
But at some point in the thirty-odd years most of us have lived in this building we started gathering in the lobby once a year to celebrate the holidays, eat each other's favorite food, drink hearty, gossip about the late and former owner Mrs. Schneller whose family built the building, wonder when the children became tall enough to have opinions or pay taxes,...
...and have conversations longer than an elevator ride or a rush past one another late to work or dinner.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.