Jacqueline M. Cohen's Blog
- New York, New York, USA
- December 10
- Mom, Drama Therapist/ Theater Director, Life Coach,Storytelling Facilitator, Producer and Writer.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Raising a Bully or Not
September 19, 2013 12:27PM
- Honor Fashion Show 2013 New
September 08, 2013 02:49PM
- MS 13: The Violent Gangs of El
August 28, 2013 01:09PM
- Open marriage in rural
Vermont: syrup included.
July 15, 2013 03:52PM
- When your SEX walks in the
room before You do.
March 08, 2013 03:46PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Though I'm not the
Catholic my Parents prayed I'd
be- I find
September 19, 2013 04:39PM
- “Pope Francis is shakin'
up L'Hotel Vatican -" he wants
September 12, 2013 12:12AM
- “@Oahusurfer thank you
for reading and commenting. I
to that boutique
September 11, 2013 11:55PM
- “Hi @trudge164 thanks for
giving us the heads up--we
using Vogues laptops
September 11, 2013 11:43PM
post. Great writing. I too
played with Barbies
August 11, 2013 12:04PM
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I'm sitting on my Aunt Jackie's lap in a blogger bar at the NYC Vogue event during fashion week. My Aunt and I just had make overs with real make up artists from the Jane Iredale line.
We met a contestant from Fashion Star, Pricilla Barroso.… Read full post »
We hailed two cabs.
My friend Jill took her six year old son in one taxi and headed midtown to Toys R Us in Time Square. I stopped the second taxi
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When I was fifteen, I was a semi-professional Au-Pere. Baby sitting was a lucrative source of revenue and a family I knew from New York City occasionally hired me to care for their two sons when they traveled. I accompanied them to Las Vegas, California, Woodstock and Vermont. It… Read full post »
He often said that, “my sex walked into the room before I did.”
Last night on West 75th Street in Manhattan twenty five blocks below where I live, two children were stabbed to death in their bathtub by their 50 year old Nanny. My husband called to tell me this around 6:00 pm. My best friend lives on that block s… Read full post »
The park is downtown, sandwiched between 6th avenue and three West village streets. It’s a hidden gem surrounded by a 10 foot brick wall and a red cement building that once housed a day care center.
There are two gated entrances. One is located on Carmine Street, the… Read full post »
Is it our responsibility as human beings living in a civilIzed society to notify the proper authorities when we believe someone is in danger of harming others or harming themselves?
When my daughter was a Junior at… Read full post »
I was in middle school when I met my first Mob Wife. She was the Mother of my classmate. Our families attended the same church, the same summer day camp and employed the same Refuse company(which incidentally was owned by my friend’s Father.) When I was a Freshman in Hi… Read full post »
It was close to 2:00 am and I couldn’t sleep. The two year old red head alarm clock sleeping in the crib next to me would start calling out my name in less than four hours. His screeching would then awaken his six year old twin sisters who… Read full post »
This morning after breakfast I turned the radio on in the kitchen and your 10 year old voice was singing “I want you back”. I cranked the volume and started bustin' my Motown moves, singing “Ah Buh Buh Buh Buh” while the… Read full post »
In early March, I was on my way up Lexington Avenue in New York City on route to meet my friend's 22 year old daughter who was in need of an objective, yet compassionate ear. My express train landed me on the Upper East side earlier than planned.… Read full post »
During the summer of 1986 I was a pint-pulling, soul-seeking, American Au-pere managing to squeeze in a pilgrimage with my sister, where we climbed to the top Croagh Patrick, the holiest Mountain in Ireland. Truth be told, my undercover mission was really a quest for transat… Read full post »
Twas the night before college and all through the house…
Not a creature was stirring not even a louse.
The suitcases were lined by the front door with care.
Hoping you packed enough clean underwear!
You and Shadow were nestled, snug in your bed.… Read full post »
I weep for my sisters.
I pray for our daughters.
I dream of a day that this is all a whisper in our past.
the room closes in.
surrenduring to the storm.
My 1982 Senior High School Pre-Prom preparations consisted of the following:
1. Call Cousin Liz and ask to borrow her new Laura Ashley Formal Gown
2. Make an appointment with my Orthodontist and feign chronic migraines so that he will undoubtedly remove my upp… Read full post »
Yesterday afternoon I had a meeting in Bryant Park, located directly behind the NYC Public Library. My associate and I were discussing different ways to RE-HUMANIZE Medical care when we heard gasps behind us. When we looked up two towering MINT Green Avatars gracefully glided thro… Read full post »
Every little sister wants desperately for their big sister to love them and to spend time with them. Imagine if your 15 year old sister brought you to a party one night and then left you alone while she went into a bedroom to prostitiute herself. When she finally… Read full post »
My Mom's not an art aficionado —she’s more of a human exclamation point that energetically beams when she sees someone or something that catches her attention. She loves adjectives and quoting lines from her favorite prayers. “Thy will b… Read full post »
I had just dumped a pile of clean, warm laundry onto my bed and turned on my folding companion, The Desperate Housewives. It was the episode where Susan (Terri Hatcher's character) was molested by an 80 year old newly engaged neighbor on her front porch. After planting a big wet kis… Read full post »