Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Month: February 2020
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Accumulation of debris Layers of particulate Remnants of experience Threads of memory Reminders of disappointment, joy, hurt and love Bury it or stir it up? Worn pathways Channels in my brain Seeking expression Patterns of thought and belief Like grooves in a vinyl record Can I fill in, smooth over, or redirect? Should…
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July 30th 1983 dawned warm, cloudy and humid. Not an unusual beginning for a summer day in Brooklyn. But this was no ordinary day. Finally, after all the planning and fretting over details (from dress shopping to choosing a napkin color to the seating arrangements), it was time to say ‘I do’ and have a…
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Thinking back on my wedding has brought back a flood of memories. Once again it makes me wonder about memory. Why are some things vividly etched in my mind, while other periods of time are indistinct? Whatever the reasons, there are more stories to tell about planning the wedding. Choosing bridesmaids and groomsmen was a…
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My daughter is getting married. This is a joyous time for our family, but as anyone who has planned a wedding knows, it is also stressful. So many decisions to make, so many people to please, so many opinions and so many preconceived ideas – how could it not be fraught? And, it brings back…
