Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Month: July 2016
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If Nana was the heart of our family, I think it is fair to say that Zada was the spirit. The man I knew was in his 60s and had experienced his share of hardship but still had a zest for life. The stories he told and the stories told about him revealed a love…
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I thought I wanted to be a boy. As I understand gender identity today, I realize I didn’t really want to be a boy. I just wanted the rights and privileges of being a boy. I wanted to play like boys played. I wanted to have the same responsibilities around the house as my brothers…
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Note: Though I originally posted this two years ago, I thought it was appropriate to re-share it. I hope you enjoy! Zissen Pesach, and/or blessings of the season to all! Jewish holidays were associated with certain traditions when I was growing up. Horrific traffic was often part of it. Rosh Hashana was celebrated by going…
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Zada was sitting at the huge mahogany dining room table in his suit and tie. I crossed the room and went to sit with him to wait for everyone else to be ready to leave. I was wearing the same dress, brown with white polka dots, cinched at the waist, that I wore a month…
