"I sat in the playpen as they wrecked the house."
Dana, with her grandson, her great-grandson and her son posing for a picture being taken by her other son.
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.
 
 
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THAT'S what I was doing wrong. I could have had a little oasis all to myself.
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