Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Month: February 2017
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[Note: Another foray into prose/poetry] Boundaries and Expectations September 12, 1986 Partly cloudy skies. Driving home alone, I could barely concentrate on the road. My eyes welled up. Will I be a good mother? Can I do this? Minutes before, what I suspected was confirmed. This was planned, yet I was overwhelmed. I…
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Gary had a break for the Christmas holiday during his second year of medical school and I had off from work at the City of Pittsburgh Finance Department, so we planned a trip to Buffalo. Where else would one go during Christmas week? Why Buffalo? In a remarkable turn of events, my two brothers married…
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I stood at the podium looking out over a banquet hall filled with my colleagues. Since I had no prepared remarks, I was trying to come up with something. What did I want to say? The executive director of the New York State School Boards Association (NYSSBA), for whom I had worked for the last…
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My parents and I spent much of the summer of 1973 in Colorado. My dad had applied for and received a grant to study for his administrative certificate in education at the University of Colorado in Boulder. So we took another road trip. My brothers weren’t with us. Steven was working at Ackerman’s Hotel (which…
