And have a cup of coffee with Mimi at one of our favorite stores for a brief reprieve from fear and worry, except perhaps that the curtains wouldn't work out and require a trip to return things. Which meant maybe more shopping.
Several cups and many hours later, now with a heavy bag but a lighter heart, the harbor felt like Florence's ghost reminding me a little denial was not a bad thing. And she was right. When there wasn't enough bucks for a vacation or a flight off the planet, all you needed was a hearty cup of coffee, some shopping and the company of a good friend.
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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.