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.
On Saturday, December 20, 2008 at the Henry Street Settlement in New York City's Lower East Side over 60 people braved bitter cold and ice to celebrate Florence Deutsch Moed's life.
The stories were as outrageous, funny, poignant, riveting and thrilling as any letter from or visit with Florence herself.
My sister and I are forever grateful for all the incredible stories shared and the love so freely given.
Claire Olivia Moed Louise Althea Moed
*** video by E.M. Smith and Adrian Garcia Gomez video edited by Lola Kalman
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.
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