Mount Koya
Mount Koya The moss-covered history rests like a softly sung sutra beneath the sleepy sun’s groggy light.
Honoring My Mother & Myself
As you probably already know from reading my ABOUT ME page, I struggle to use my voice. I can advocate for others with ease but am...
Begin Again
Traveling has a way of shining a spotlight on those pesky and persistent habits of mine. My husband and I spent a week in Tokyo and Kyoto...
Traveling The Way I Read
While I was away in Japan, I realized that I travel the way I read. As an English major and educator, I am embarrassed to admit that I...
The Practice of Zooming Out
On my way home from an early birthday celebration with my family, I turned to Dan, my husband, and said, "That was so much fun and way...
Ordinary Magnificence
I wrote "Ordinary Magnificence" this time last year when I realized how I had let doubts and assumptions hinder me from doing what I've...
Little Sage
For the past couple weeks, a memory from when I was about eight years-old continues to resurface. I was at summer camp and the day of the...
For A Brief Moment
For A Brief Moment by Lauren Taub Cohen The soap suds look like spilled clouds floating upon the water’s still surface and I slip into...
For Jonathan
Two weeks ago, my brother-in-law Jonathan Eric Cohen passed away from a drug overdose at the age of 41. Unfortunately, I am familiar with...
The Art of Receptivity
The Art of Receptivity by Lauren Taub Cohen When I sit down to write I do not stalk my thoughts or rummage through memories in search of...
