Author Archives: adriennecohen221
A grateful nation . . .
The armistice was signed at the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month in a rail car in France. 1918. Nearly 100 years since the end of the war to end all wars and we’re still fighting. … Continue reading
What to tell the children . . .
What to tell the children? I may be old-fashioned, and my answer may be simplistic. But why is there any question about what to tell the children? I would tell them that yesterday, our country elected a new president. Some … Continue reading
One for the history books . . .
I voted. I believe in the symbolism – and the power — of casting my ballot on a specific day in a specific place – the day of voting defined by law as the “first Tuesday next after the first … Continue reading
Bob Dylan: A tonic for tough times
Once you’ve heard Bob Dylan’s words, it’s hard to get them out of your head. If you came of age in the Sixties or the Seventies, you grew up not only with the words, but with the melodies, and they … Continue reading
A moment in time crashes into the now. . .
9-11-2014: A scheduled trip brought us to the airport just at the time a memorial service began — what an experience it was. Continue reading
I’d prefer “stirred,” thank you . . .
I was sipping my coffee this morning — actually the mug was sitting on the nightstand next to my bed — when there was a shudder. The dark liquid formed a miniature wave against the side of the white porcelain and I … Continue reading
Adulting: The road is a rocky one, but oh so much fun
There are words in a 13-year-old’s vocabulary that make one sit up and take notice. I feel as if I have taken a high intensity two-week course in generational psychology. The gap is real. But it can be bridged. Having a … Continue reading
Memorial Day 2016
Memorial Day, Veterans Day, Armed Forces Day. They are, in a sense, the three-legged stool that anchors our union, much in the same way the three branches of government anchor its day-to-day operation. At least, that’s the way it’s supposed … Continue reading
Some of my best friends are . . .
I have been thinking lately about that statement. No matter how you finish it off, it somehow sounds wrong, doesn’t it? So why do we keep repeating it? The only way, I think, that statement makes any sense, is if … Continue reading
Turn up the volume, roll up your sleeves
Insights come in odd ways. They arrive at the strangest times, and in the strangest of places. This morning I was driving to an appointment. My mind was on the upcoming meeting, and my CD player provided soft background music. … Continue reading
Right Off Main 