The hope was that there was some place to hide - either from sudden Nazis or one's family. Both reasons brokered the same search. Where could I quickly disappear into if threatened? What would offer a fast way out to freedom? Where was the magic door to a happier and more magical world?
Perhaps it was too many fairy tale books from the Seward Park Library or the real life Anne Franks living in our neighborhood that infused my gullible heart, but it took many years into adulthood to not seek another road out.
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.
In Memoriam: Lloyd M. Rucker, 1957-2013
The Chelsea community is united this week in mourning the passing of one of its own, artist Lloyd M. Rucker. Although the exact circumstances of Lloyd’s deat...