Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Month: October 2017
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It was late fall of 1990. I went through the revolving door of my office building to leave for the day, as I did five days a week. By the time I emerged on the sidewalk, every thought about work evaporated. It was like crossing into another world, one totally focused on Leah and Daniel…
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Unfortunately I do not have a new blog post ready. It has been a busy week. I took a NYSSBA assignment that brought me to Attica (not the prison), the school district. And, I have two more assignments coming up in short order. I have also been working on a piece to submit to a…
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Views of Central Park in mid-October (photos by me!) Oh, how do I love thee? I love the juxtaposition Nature and civilization Bird calls and sirens Steel and glass skyscrapers and majestic ancient trees Ducks and turtles paddling the reservoir Birds swoop Stately pre-war apartment buildings stand guard to the west Museum mile…
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Aunt Clair, my father’s younger sister by two and a half years, may be short in stature, but she more than makes up for it with an outsize personality. One of my earliest memories was a weekend where she watched me and my two brothers while my parents were away. As I recall, we named…
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Tomorrow is my birthday. I have ambivalent feelings about birthdays. A legacy of my Nana and Zada is my belief that one should celebrate whenever possible, since there is plenty of heartache in this world. I also believe that even though showing appreciation for the people you love should be a regular thing, and not…
