E.V. Grieve announced it first and then the Mariner sent it to me at work.
I couldn't believe it. We had just gotten coffee there.
As soon as I could, I went in. The guys working the afternoon shift, whose faces I knew like I knew how the light fell across Second Avenue late in the day, they didn't know anything more than the sign posted on the door.
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.