Wanting More
I'm not ready for the rousing exuberance of spring I’m still craving fistfuls of darkness and flavors of silence I’m wanting to winter...
As the Nights Grow Long
There’s a quiet velvety hush this time of year when nights speak in deepening, darkening shades of silence and my body instinctively...
Still Carrying that Fear
I remember the smell of sunlight upon my mother’s alabaster arms that distinct scent which lingered behind long after she died that scent...
Emboldened by Uncertainty
Even the shadows surrendered to the darkening descent of the moonless, starless night but not the katydids and crickets. They chanted and...
A New Way of Writing, A Different Way of Relating
(*Bringing Inner Relationship Focusing to the writing process) Don’t charge towards the center in a single, breathless blur. Instead,...
Here with Her
In my dreams, I watched as he turned away and the feel of his hand against mine had begun to fade. I awoke to the imprint of loss upon my...
Vocation
I just want to play unburdened and unbothered in this grassy meadow of wild being. Holding half formed words up toward the light and...
No Regrets
No Regrets Lauren Taub Cohen Gusts of self-doubt swirl within my cavernous mind and the thick sludge of stagnancy weighs heavily upon my...
Finding Space In-Between
Finding Space In-Between by Lauren Taub Cohen The fizz of excitement courses through my body with uncorked ebullience as the wild rush of...
Women's March 2018
The main takeaway from my time at Hebrew School was to never, ever let myself devolve into a bystander. Each year, we studied the...
