Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Category: Growing up
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I returned to the Flatirons, the unusual mountains at the foothills of the Rockies in Boulder, Colorado. The last time I was there, with my mom and dad, I was 13 years old. I wrote about that visit in this blog post: https://stories-i-tell-myself.com/2017/02/06/another-road-trip-and-another-letter-from-zada/. This time the visit was part of a vacation planned around a…
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There is joy in New York City. The New York Knicks won an improbable championship in five games against the San Antonio Spurs, arguably a better team. I am thrilled. I have been a fan since I read The Open Man by Dave DeBusschere in 1970. I was ten years old, making me a fan…
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I have some exciting news to share! My book, More Than Matzoh Balls: My Search for Jewish-American Identity, is being published. It is available to preorder now on Barnes and Noble and will be available soon on Amazon (see link below). You can also request it from your local bookseller. It will be in print…
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What was I thinking? That was the question I was left with after a conversation with some family members. What was I thinking when I didn’t assign my kids chores when they were growing up? A small group of us were talking about how old we were when we learned to cook, if we learned…
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My family has a movie club. It functions the same way as a book club. A member picks a movie, and we get together on Zoom to discuss it. The person who picks the film moderates the discussion. The number of participants varies from month to month, but typically there are about 19 of us.…
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Editor’s note: I received the following email from my brother, Mark Brody. With his permission, I thought it merited sharing. I just read a headline, I only read the headline as that is all I can tolerate, which indicated that federal funding is being cut to the programs which provide tutoring to children. After reading…
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I don’t have a sister; I have two brothers. But, I find the dynamic between sisters particularly interesting, maybe because I don’t have one. I could be romanticizing it based on Hallmark cards, but it seems that for some it can be a deep, lifelong friendship; a connection different than the relationship between a sister…
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I don’t know why but I think of Mom’s silverware as I stare out the window over my sink. My stomach clenches. I feel an ache; a sense of loss. A week or so ago Mark and I brought some things, jewelry and said silverware (which upon closer inspection was silver-plated) to a place where…
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Note: I have written a great deal about my mom and posted some of her essays on this blog. She was an avid reader, supporter and contributor to this effort. After putting up a long fight for life, she passed away on Tuesday, February 27, 2024 in Freehold, New Jersey. Though we are broken hearted,…
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I am not a conventionally attractive woman. I don’t write that to fish for compliments or to elicit sympathy. It is a fact, and it has complicated implications. I am reading a memoir, Crying in the Bathroom by Erika Sanchez and in the course of telling her story as a Mexican-American woman who has defied…
