Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Month: May 2020
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I thought this would get easier. When the quarantine started, I thought I would settle into the new routine without too much difficulty. After all, it wasn’t all that different from my life before coronavirus. In the beginning I didn’t feel particularly anxious – I had moments where I worried about my husband’s and our…
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Recently I watched a four-episode series on Netflix called Unorthodox. It told the story of a young woman who left (escaped might be a better word) her Hasidic family in Williamsburg, Brooklyn to start a new life in Berlin. Aside from being a compelling story, I found one scene particularly poignant and it resonated with…
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It is Monday again – I know that much. Time is hard to get a handle on, especially these days when each day varies so little from the one before. For the first time in 14 weeks I don’t have a new blog post ready. I was on a roll! It isn’t surprising that I…
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NOTE: I wrote a blog post years ago about my discomfort with hugging and kissing. In the wake of the pandemic, I am revisiting the topic. Some of the essay that follows is from the original post, but I have reframed it, added some memories and raised new questions. I also have new readers! I…
