Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Month: January 2017
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I open my eyes and orient myself to the room. I have been going back and forth so often between Albany and the city, I forget where I am. That’s right, I’m on the sleeper couch in the living room in Manhattan. Fortunately it has a good mattress. I reach for my phone to make…
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My parents and I were at Seniors, a restaurant in Sheepshead Bay, to celebrate my high school graduation. The ceremony was earlier in the day. I started to say, “I feel really bad…” and my dad threw down his fork. “Don’t!” he said, “We’re celebrating your graduation. You have nothing to be sad about!” “But…”…
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I was probably 45 years old before I stopped getting nauseous when there was a tornado watch or warning (I was well acquainted with the difference between the two – and either one caused the same reaction). Before reaching 45, though, the atmospheric conditions present when tornadoes were possible seemed to inhabit my body. My insides…
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Growing up in Brooklyn I was always excited to go “into the city,” which meant going to Manhattan. Technically all five boroughs comprise New York City, but we knew Manhattan was really The City. Not everyone shared my excitement. There were many people in the outer boroughs who were as unfamiliar with The City and…
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Search Terms Google Chrome icon, click, type in search bar Redress number passport Okay, not applicable. How to move across country Hmmm – stuff to think about. Greyhound shipping They have a student discount. Restaurants that deliver near me What kind of food do we want? Key Bank locations in NYC Only one! Cabinet depth…
