And I ... I always knew I would never be unmoored from the world as long as they still knew me.
Four decades of showing up for meals and memorials, reckonings and illness, celebrations and rare comfort. We always knew - NO MATTER WHAT - we were always here, there and everywhere. It was family and connection. And sometimes, in dark corners of crushing moments, it was the only family and connection we had.
Modern life's interpretation of time and distance (whether to Seattle or Harlem) makes visits rare. Still - NO MATTER WHAT - how little or how often we send casual hellos, when home is needed to shelter a broken heart or share rare delight, we are here, there and everywhere.
One got married in a Halloween festival, dressed as a wench to her new husband's pirate.
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.