A Taste of Liberty

I am alone on the beach with my kite, my companion.

It seems to be alive as it tries to fly

But I hinder its escape.

My kite kicks up, bouncing against the sand, pivoting in the grains.

But my fingers fold tightly around the silky string so there is no chance for it to slip through my hands.

A gust of wind rescues my kite and lifts it to the sky.

The string follows faithfully, pulling through my grasp.

I yank hard to reel them back but they escape.

My kite rejoices in ecstasy, whirling, twirling, turning somersaults in the sky.

And the loyal string swings back and forth.

Capriciously, the wind abandons its whim and rests my kite in a breeze.

Lured to this tranquil state my kite begins to fall.

Thrashing and twisting in uncontrollable circles, speeding towards disaster

My kite plunges into the ocean and disintegrates.

And the string curls and sags forming “s” shapes beneath the ocean’s surface among muted colored chips of paper.

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.        Until tomorrow…

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Interview with Mr. Coffee, Betty Crocker and Aunt Jemima

(FADE IN) SET OF THE RACHEL ROY SHOW.  INTERVIEW:  STRATEGIC BRANDING.  TALENT:  MR. COFFEE, BETTY CROCKER, AUNT JEMIMA 

Rachel:  Betty, let’s start with you.  How does it feel to be America’s most famous brand?

Betty:  It’s very stressful, Rachel.  Everyone expects me to be perfect all the time.

Mr. C:   If I show any bitterness at all, I mean, there is no compromise.

Betty:   And women count on me to make their life perfect!  It’s too much pressure.

Rachel:   Aunt Jemima,  you’ve been very quiet. 

Aunt J:   Well, Rachel, as you know, there are a lot of issues going on with me.   I was so politically incorrect with that scarf on my head and all and then I lost all that weight and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I am getting progressively younger looking,  I’m hardly recognizable anymore!  But people continue to stereotype me from how I first appeared in 1889.    But what bothers me the most, Rachel, is that I’m not now nor have I ever been anyone’s aunt!

Rachel:   Oh dear, is that true Aunt, I mean, shall I just call you Jemima then?  I can feel your stress but you and Betty are each originators of a great food brand and Mr. Coffee, of course, you’re included.  Just look at all the Twitter followers you all have.  Awesome number!

Mr. C:  Jemima, you have Twitter followers?

Aunt J:  Of course I do.

Mr. C:  Betty, you too?

Betty:  Of course.  Today one must be socially connected.  Mr.  Coffee, are you at least on Facebook?           

Mr. C:   I don’t know, nobody tells me anything although I always have this feeling that I’m being followed.

Betty:  You know, Mr. Coffee, you do have a lot of competition out there. 

Mr. C:  Well, Betty, you and Aunt Jemima have been around a lot longer than I have.

Aunt J:   Remember the truth is out so just call me Jemima, and what’s that supposed to mean, you calling us old? Why, you’re not even real!

Betty:   Excuse me,  Jemima, but if we’re talking about being real…

Rachel:  Okay, that concludes our interview on strategic branding.  Just remember folks, always stay true to yourself.  See you tomorrow!  Okay, that’s a rap.

CUT TO:    COMMERCIAL

(CUT MICS)

Aunt J:   Amen to that.

Mr. C:  And no more feeling bitter.

Betty:   Remember ladies, a good home cooked meal is the key to your husband’s happiness!  And of course, always end the meal with a perfect cup of coffee, never, ever bitter.

Aunt J:  And don’t forget to include some home cooked biscuits.

Betty:   Yes, yes, Jemima, we know how versatile you can be.  But leave the menu planning to me.

Mr. C:  Well, I have only one function, so ladies, good evening to you.

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom, and humility. 

Until tomorrow…

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Fuel for the Heart

On this somber day of September 11, it might help to reflect on moments of happiness that have occurred in your life.  Nothing spectacular, just small things that have made you smile or have made you feel good for a few minutes, for a day, or maybe for even longer.  One day last fall, I went for a walk after enduring several days of heavy rain.  It was chilly so I put on sweats.  The sun was bright so I wore sunglasses.  I passed a mailman as he was walking up a driveway and I casually commented that it was nice that the sun had come out.  He agreed and said that it was nice not to be delivering mail in the rain.  As I continued on my way, the young man suddenly called out and asked me if I had been a substitute teacher at the local high school.  I told him yes, in 1996 and then he told me that I had substituted for one of his classes (he graduated in 1997).  I removed my sunglasses, stared at him, and then asked him how on earth he could possibly recognize me fifteen years later wearing sweats and sunglasses?  I did not recognize this man’s face at first but when he told me his name I remembered him.  But I was wearing sweats and sunglasses and no make-up!  I always dressed professionally when I was a substitute and continued to do so when I was hired as a full-time teacher, which made this recognition even more baffling.  We talked for a few more minutes and then I asked him if I had been a good substitute teacher.  Without any hesitation he said, “the best” and then proceeded to explain that on that particular day he had been extremely stressed out.  During the entire day, no one seemed to notice or to care, except me, and that made all the difference in the world to him.  And he kept that in his heart all those years.

And so on this day of remembrance, I will say a prayer for my former students who lost loved ones at the World Trade Center and then I will take a few moments to celebrate other positive influences that I may have unknowingly had on the young lives who honored me so many years ago by having sat in my classroom.  After all, isn’t this how life is supposed to work?

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.        Until tomorrow…

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Monday Morning Office Water Cooler Chatter 9/10/12

Evelyn:  You know what people love about me as a woman?

Nicole:  No, what?

Evelyn:  That I’m strong, in control and I get things done.  You know what people hate about me as a woman?

Nicole:  No, what?

Evelyn:  That I’m strong, in control and I get things done.

Nicole:  You know what?

Evelyn:  No, what?

Nicole:  You’re absolutely right!

Steve:  I’m getting old, I’m thinking about retiring, and I’ve got issues.

Evelyn:  So who cares.

Steve:  Just sayin’

Herb:  I’ve worked and slaved for so many years and I feel like I have nothing.

Steve:  That’s because you have nothing.

Herb:  Well, it was just a feeling.

Steve:  When you walk into your usual place to get a cup of coffee to go, and it’s already poured and waiting for you, do you consider your life to be too routine or something to be envied?

Nicole:  Routine.

Evelyn: Envied.

Herb:  Sometimes I get tea instead of coffee, so that doesn’t happen with me.

New Girl:  Why do they make hand soap and body soap?

Nicole:  Are you seriously asking this on a Monday morning?  By the way, who are you and when did you start working here?

New Girl:  This is my first day.  Just think about it.  Isn’t the hand a part of the body?  So why do they make separate soaps?

Nicole:  Evelyn, you explain it to her.  Anyway, I have a friend who took a second job to support her Starbuck’s habit.  She’s not too smart though.

Evelyn:  Yeah, really.  She could get fired for moonlighting. 

Nicole:  No, that’s not it.  I have another friend who also took a second job to support her Starbuck’s habit.  She’s the smart one.

Herb:  Why is that?

Nicole:  She got a job at Starbucks!

New Girl:  I drink coffee!

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom, and humility.      Until tomorrow…

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SOMETIMES…………….TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!

I am very shy but I have been trying to convince myself that I need to be assertive and find new ways to meet men.  So last Sunday, I was walking towards a bicycle shop to have a flat fixed on my bike and as I approached, I noticed an extremely handsome man leaning against a railing.  I wanted him to notice me, to start a clever conversation, but shy as I am, I just walked past him with my bike.  As soon as I opened the door to the shop, I heard the man’s sexy voice, ” Well,  h-e-l-l-o  there!” 

I stopped dead in my tracks, collected all my passive assertiveness, turned around and responded,  “Well,  h-e-l-l-o  to you too!” 

He smiled politely, pointed to the earpiece and whispered,  “Sorry, I’m on the phone.”

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.       Until tomorrow…

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How Do You Know That a Man Loves You?

 He loves you not because he is supposed to or says it out of habit, but because he really does.  You are not his dream girl or playmate.  “I never thought someone like you would fall for someone like me,” is an unflattering sentiment that fades quickly.  You are his connection in life, not his connection to life.  His life functions well without you which means you do not complete him.  He was a complete person before he met you.  What you do is add joy to his life and that in turn brings you joy.  Joy is simple!  It’s a smile that says I know who you are and am happy about that.  It’s a feeling of closeness when you are in separate rooms.  It is knowing that there is someone to turn to when you are spinning from fear or confusion and that he will be there to catch you if you were to fall.  If he were not there to catch you, you would still land safely.  But joy is a comfort of having a choice to fall into safe arms and rest for a bit and to know that it doesn’t make you weak or insecure.

Being loved is having that joy in life.  It is not having him walk behind you to see if you are going to get there or walk in front of you to lead you where he thinks you ought to go.  He’ll walk beside you to share the journey and realize that’s it’s your choice to step ahead, step back, or stay just where you are as it is his choice to do the same. 

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom, and humility.      Until tomorrow…

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A Lobster’s Life & Other Funny Stuff

Could there be a more pathetic life than that of a lobster?  Just think about it?  You’re scooped up from your environment, kept out of water for a little while, then placed back into a tank of water.  As a lobster with minimal brain function, you think that it’s not so bad.  “Hey, it’s a little crowded in here.  It’s not like we had before but at least we’re all  together!  We’ll have to make the best of it until we’re outta here, but for now, could you move that claw over just a little?  Okay everyone.  He’s reaching in.  We’re going to get outta here, or at least some of us will.  Oh please, pick me, pick me!  I really have to get outta here.  Yes, yes, he picked me!   What’s this?  I’m being put into a plastic bag!  Not to worry.  It’s just my transportation back to the ocean.  See ya later guys!”

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

 

 

“Officer, I’ve just been robbed!” 

“Did you get a good look at the person who robbed you?”

“Yes, I most certainly did!”

“Were there any identifying marks on his body?”

“Yes, he did not have a tattoo!” 

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved   

 

 

If you’re single, is it all right to go to bed angry?   

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

 

 

“Simon says all leaders of the world step forward, shake hands and make peace.” 

“Simon says!”   “One more time, Simon says!”

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

 

 

No use crying over spilled milk – except when it costs $3.99 a gallon!

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

 

 

“Sir, did you want to purchase that pack of gum?”

“I’ll have to ask my wife.”

“You need permission from your wife to buy gum?”

“Of course not.  I need permission to chew gum.”

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

 

 

Life always provides a choice.

You do what you have to do, or you don’t.

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

 

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility. 

Until tomorrow…

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Redefining the American Dream

The American spirit is stronger than ever, even though the road to economic recovery has been slow.  Former President Bill Clinton said in his speech to the Democratic convention last night (09/05/2012), that Obama inherited a wreck of an economy and acknowledged that people were not yet feeling a positive change.  Clinton then pointed out that not one of his predecessors, including himself, could have fixed this mess in four years.  Americans have had to adjust their lifestyle as a result of a job loss, the loss of a home, or health issues.  The burning question of this election is, “Are you better off today than you were four years ago?”    

He drives to work at the break of dawn to a job that he hates.  The job is below his pay grade but it’s a job so he holds his head high and increases the volume on the radio.  He and his wife always laughed at the traffic reports of congestion on the highway at 5:00 am and  wondered who those predawn travelers were and where they were going.  He used to leave for work at 7:00 am.  She used to leave for work at 8:30 am, after the kids got on the school bus.  Now, she returns home after walking them to the bus stop.   She embraces the positive side of having more time in the morning and not having to wear high heels!  But she endures the stress of her effort to keep the sparkle in her children’s eyes, a roof over their heads, and food on the table.  She thinks about her husband’s morning commute on the dark highway and knows that he is tired even before he begins his workday.  So she works even harder at home and applies her managerial skills to stretch the food budget, cook healthy meals and keep the house clean so it is pleasant when her husband returns.  Her female friends chide her about assuming all the household chores and setting the “cause” back twenty years.  She responds that her family is her cause and that it is not she who is driving during the predawn hours.  Reconsidering her opinion of the 1960’s TV moms, she doesn’t feel that keeping the “home hearth” is beneath her pay grade.  She prepares inexpensive yet healthy meals from recipes in the cookbooks that she never had time to read when take-out was affordable and more convenient and when the children thought that pizza was the greatest dinner on earth.  Instead, she feels relieved that the cable was disconnected and that her children now converse with one another at the dinner table as they eat a home cooked meal.  As the weeks turn into months, she accepts the fact that her life may never be what it was and at the same time she questions if she would want it to be that way again.  She is surprisingly content from the simple pleasures of family and home and is no longer fueled by the need to construct her life in the image of a preconceived notion, like trying to assemble a puzzle with fragmented pieces.   However, with those fragmented pieces,  she  moves forward with fortitude and creativity and redefines her life in the image of all who struggled before her and finally realizes that to have the freedom to do this, she is after all, living the American dream.

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.   Until tomorrow

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Turning 50

What is so funny about turning 50?  What’s with all the stupid comments like, “How nifty you’re 50” or the “Over the Hill” remarks?  Where the hell is that hill anyway?  And what does “going over it” imply?  That towards the end of your life you will just drop down the other side and then it’s over?  Shouldn’t it imply instead that if you spend fifty years getting to the TOP of the hill  then you are, in fact, in pretty good shape?  So going over the hill should imply that it gets even better!  The Hallmark cards should read:  “On the top of the hill are you?  Finally reached it – good for you!  Congratulations!”  It’s takes fifty years to reach the top of the hill  and if you work hard you too can be over the hill.  But the key to mastering getting to the top of the hill is education.  That’s how you find the hill in the first place. 

“Hey, what the hell hill are you talking about?”  Well apparently you must have been one of those kids in school who never did any homework.  “Just wait till I get into the real world…”  Yeah, you know who you are.  How’s that working for you now?  You didn’t pay attention to Hill Humanity 101.  For those of you who did pay attention, you may not be at the hill yet but at least you have some idea where it is and how to get there.  Good luck in your journey.  For those of us who have climbed it and are on the other side of it – just know that it’s splendid!

(c) 2012 Linda Stone Cohen All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.  Until tomorrow…

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The Wrong Season

It is the end of summer, according to the calendar, yet the season begs for untimely attention.  Nature taunts my senses as a cold billow of wind tackles a lingering balmy breeze.  Fall battles for its kingdom as summer succumbs to a false frost that sprinkles the ground like stale confectioners sugar icing on a cookie.  This chill  has crept into my house and has penetrated the insulated wall that has segregated the summer heat.

I walk back outside into the cool air to fetch some leftover winter wood, willing to play nature’s game.  I pick up a log and brush off the spiders and other innocuous vermin that have sought refuge between the cracks.  The insects fall from the log as if swimming from a sinking ship as I bang the wood hard to warn them of their imminent danger.  The insects don’t fight to protect their squatter’s rights, I suppose they know there is safer ground to be sought.  I pick up two logs and lay them on the ground, isolated from the pile.  As I kick the logs to knock off the remaining debris I realize that I have uncovered the worms’ hideout.  The worms squirm and zigzag in a frenzy, panicked as having been discovered.  In my pity for the worms, I return the logs to the pile, lest the worms survive to be bait for the fishermen. 

The logs that I bring inside my house are muddy and damp from the summer rains.  Still determined to make a soothing fire, I place the logs on the andirons.  Adding kindling and twisted newspaper, I light a match and wait for the logs to ignite.  The kindling dances to a strange hissing sound that emanates from the logs as if to laugh at the kindling and recite, “You are confused. We will never burn, we are for the winter, not the summer.  We will never burn, we will never…”  The rod clanks against the metal handled broom that I keep on a nail below the mantle as I retrieve it to stir the failed ashes.  A small spark suddenly erupts to revive the kindling to tease and burn with a fierce determination  to leave its mark before its imminent demise.  I watch the solo dance of the kindling as the logs adamantly deny my whim for a summer fire.  Without further effort towards this ill-fated logic, I return the rod next to the broom that hangs on a nail on the mantle and reach for a blanket to block the cold billow of wind that still embraces the season’s sweet summer.

(c)  2012 Linda Stone Cohen  All Rights Reserved

Remember that no amount of money can purchase grace, wisdom and humility.  Until tomorrow…

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