A perfect musical selection to launch resting bodies into an hour of hell which was eventually suppose to lead to improved health.
But for me I was suddenly in a minefield of millions of years wandering around the house as her fingers broke the heart of her piano this piece swirling through my childhood silence it sang her own sorrow and disappointment.
In a class of 40 the only student over the age of twenty-five, preparing to drag my fifty years from child pose toward some recovery, the vision of Florence the young girl playing as if the piece heralded hope and love when she grew up.
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.