Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Month: October 2020
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Everything was glowing. A golden light cast through the trees, peeking around the clouds; gilding leaves, grass, the very air. THIS is the gloaming. Late October, the sun low, the air soft, the breeze blowing through my graying, wild hair. Red, yellow, russet, orange leaves, shimmering against the fading blue sky. Fallen dried leaves dancing,…
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Note: Today is Columbus Day or Indigenous People’s Day. It seems apropos to revisit another historical controversy – one not quite so long ago. Also, I’d like to give a shout out to my cousin Ira, celebrating a milestone birthday today, having been through a lot more than most. I wish him health, happiness and…
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Based on media reports one might think New York City has become a hell hole. My recent visits have not borne that out. Obviously, my experience is just that – mine. Anecdotal – limited to the times and places I have been. That time has been spent on the Upper West Side, which according to…
