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.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Growing up, I had only seen geese in children books and maybe on one of the Central Park ponds. Later, when venturing out of New York, sometimes at one of those New Jersey turnpike rest stops or along a fast interstate, I'd catch a glimpse here and there.
So, just blocks from home, in that massive empty lot destined to become exclusive living spaces for very rich people, to see those two swim together was like something out of a movie that had special effects.
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.
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