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.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
The Normal Meal
Eating pizza, like breathing air, is only noticeable when you stop doing it. I took both for granted.
Seymour didn't say much to me about breathing, but drilled into me early on, "Pizza is the healthiest fast food. If you can't get a meal, get pizza." Since I was figuring out how to feed myself, that was important information.
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.