Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Month: November 2019
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This past Saturday I was in the elevator of my son and daughter-in-law’s apartment building when I pulled out my phone. I saw that I missed a phone call and a FaceTime call from my daughter. I had been picking up sandwiches at the Fairway and, as is often the case for me, I didn’t…
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There’s something I need to get off my chest. A thought has been percolating for well over a month and I need to put it out there. I was with a group of people and unfortunately discussion turned to politics. After some comments about the weaknesses of President Trump, a couple of people asked: But…
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Note: I shared this three years ago. I think it merits reposting, especially for those who missed the early essays. I hope you enjoy! For years I wanted to write about my family. When I started writing in a serious way a year and a half ago, I thought I would be focusing on my…
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Halloween has come and gone. Since we were out of town, I didn’t have to buy candy, so I dodged a bullet. Leftover candy is irresistible. Even if I bought things I didn’t like… wait, who am I kidding? There isn’t much candy I don’t like. I did miss getting to see the little ones…
