Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Category: poetry
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His skin is mottled, He is 94. He stands erect, He walks with assurance. He says, I feel the same as I always feel. Right now, I think. He can’t imagine feeling different, He doesn’t remember. Months before, winter of 2016, hospitalized 5 times or more in Florida, Weakened by persistent diarrhea…
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After I retired I took a writing workshop that was an awesome experience. I have written before about how liberating that class was for me. One of the assignments we were given was to write a poem in response to another work of art – a poem, a painting, song lyrics – whatever inspired…
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I stood at the podium looking out over a banquet hall filled with my colleagues. Since I had no prepared remarks, I was trying to come up with something. What did I want to say? The executive director of the New York State School Boards Association (NYSSBA), for whom I had worked for the last…
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Search Terms Google Chrome icon, click, type in search bar Redress number passport Okay, not applicable. How to move across country Hmmm – stuff to think about. Greyhound shipping They have a student discount. Restaurants that deliver near me What kind of food do we want? Key Bank locations in NYC Only one! Cabinet depth…
