Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Category: The Quest for Publication
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There aren’t that many days in our lives when we feel truly special. At least I haven’t had that many. Even if we try to slow down, appreciate our day-to-day lives, and notice gestures of kindness and affection, we don’t often feel showered with love and respect. Maybe a milestone birthday, your wedding, or a…
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What do you do when you are sad? Do you go about your business with a heavy heart? Do you take steps to cheer yourself up? Maybe it depends on the source of your sadness…if you can even identify it. When I’m feeling down, I often turn to writing. This explains the fact that many…
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I missed my self-imposed Monday morning deadline by several days, but hopefully you will forgive me. After five months of pandemic limitations, we arranged a visit with our son’s family. We got to spend time with our beloved granddaughter! To add to the joy, our daughter and son-in-law-to-be came too! We were all extra-careful in…
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I woke up and grabbed my phone, as I usually do, from the nightstand. I quickly flipped through various apps, just checking to see if anything momentous happened overnight. Nothing of note, just the usual craziness inherent in living in TrumpWorld. Then, the last thing I do before I get out of bed is look…
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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…
