As single and childless women, we all laughed nervously over pizza and wondered who would take care of us when we could no longer storm out of the house and into our lives on our own steam. Then we stared at this picture hoping that even if we shrank to too-short-for-the-bank-teller's-window, we'd be strong enough to rise as high as she did.
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.