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.
East Village 70s & 80s
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Recently, a reader discovered a calendar of vintage East Village photos by
local photographer Ann Sanfedele. Viewable on the photographer's website,
the im...
Words For Wednesday
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Here is your weekly six word writing prompt:
TISSUE
CEMENTED
BOARDWALK
ROLLING
BUBBLES
BALDING
Some of you are participating by putting your entry in ...
Super Chic - a painting progression
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Entranced by the iPad......... NYC Subway No. 17 4" x 4" x 1.5" oil on
cedar wood block
The Night Shift - painting every day, after dark....Check in eve...
come to LILAC’s 80 birthday celebration this sunday!
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This Sunday, USCGC LILAC (WAGL-227) is turning 80. Come for local crafts,
local brews, music and mirth. LILAC ran on steam, and you can go into her
engine ...
Yellow days
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Sunnier times on Avenue A... Soon to be a memory on Orchard... Annual
daffodil explosion in Tompkins Square... Celebrating the Triassic period on
E 12th......
vietnam
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yuriy tarnawsky in Vietnam color starts in the elbows, red jungles shake
black squares next to the teeth, green circles jump off bone joints and
chase the ...
A Sales/Downloads Report for "A Walk in the Park"
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As my experiment with self-publishing continues here's my first report of
how things are going. Well: during my freebie give-away days on Mother's
day and ...
Commuting Adventures, Chapter 663
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In Manhattan, rich people ride buses and subways, right alongside you and
me. In Bloomberg’s world, this means that mass transit has to work –
because thos...
marrying ken ferris, a blove (blog/love) letter
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(a love letter to my husband because our 20th – yes, 20th – anniversary is
coming up in 3 days) Dear Ken, Thank you. Thank you for loving me, for
loving me...
Missing Foundation and Mike Taibbi’s "Cult of Rage"
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In 1988, "ace" reporter Mike Taibbi (yes, the father of Matt Taibbi, whom
we hold in great esteem) produced and aired a 3-part expose on the satanic
cult...
(Doberman Pinscher) Egypt – Medium – Male
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Please CHECK OUT OUR FACEBOOK PAGE AND WEBSITE for the latest Social Tees
news!. www.facebook.com/SocialTeesAnimalRescue & www.socialteesnyc.orgEgypt
is li...
El tiempo es amigo, si estas donde estas
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Es la frase de una canción que me gusta y robo.
Tengo que continuar amigándome con el tiempo de las cosas, no solo la piel.
Y de repente viene el eclesiast...
Branton Blessings
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So many memories have flooded my mind since my brother, Jason, called last
week to tell me Leo Branton died. Hard to figure out where to begin but one
of t...
In Memoriam: Lloyd M. Rucker, 1957-2013
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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...
PROOF: It's Never Too Late to Change!
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*Is there a change you've been resisting?*
I’ve had some proud moments in my life - after all I have a son who was a
Yale student athlete drafted by the C...
Gulf War II: 10th Anniversary
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This week was the 10th anniversary of the start of the Iraq War. How
quickly times flies. I’d come down to NY that winter after a few months
back in Cana...
"Whoever discovers what these sayings mean"
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My grandfather started it.
Sitting at the dining room table, my grandparents, my father and I forming
a perfect north, south, east and west compass. He sta...
Dosso
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I was fortunate to find an image of this painting by Dosso Dossi (from
1520) online. It was wedged inside my brain in some far-off corner of my
decrepit...
Day 91
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What I beautiful composition, this beauty Rose.
With all of her self proclaimed textures
and patterns and
colors
set in front to the natural, subdued tone...