Raise a Glass to My Cup

     I broke my favorite coffee cup and entered an entirely new world on the same day.  I was sad about the loss of that cup.  Ok, so a viral pandemic was about to totally crap on America. A giant turd of a situation that was clearly going take some time to digest.  I mean, if you’re living in 2020 America, this is just another thing in a vomitorium of constant breaking news most of it centered around one, despotic child of a man with an endless pit of need for attention.  America has a history of inconsistency regarding its leadership.  Consequently, the country I grew up in looked nothing like the one in which I am currently residing.  No need to say much more about it.  We all have our own take, our own point of view.  This world is unnecessarily complicated.   The more or less I know is more or less moot by the next news day.  So, I turn my attention to what will most certainly affect my days more than the state of the state.

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The New Americas?

    As our news cycle hurdles along in the fast lane from hell, you have to believe there’s a whole mess of peculiar damage we know nothing about now, but the impact in years to come will be staggering.   Sitting in self-imposed isolation, do you ever wonder how many more reckonings 2020 America can take?  Will yah give us a break, already?  The American vote has had hanging chads and attempts at suppression over the years, but, in my nearly 70 years, never seriously thought to be in jeopardy.  

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A Walk In The Park

    Upon hearing the phrase, a walk in the park, I have two distinct memories that still hang over me like a rain-soaked marshmallow tarp.  Wet and sticky.  Hard to wash away.  

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    These memories have zero to do with walking in a park.  I don’t have many memories I can clearly remember on my own.  I need someone to remind me and it will come back.  But these two are doozies, I don’t need anymore.

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    The first, from my childhood and another some 20 years later.  Each incident bears no resemblance to the the other with one exception, that being the underwhelming utterance of 5 words.  A walk in the park.

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     In 1963, people used expressions or sayings more than they do today.   Crying in the soup, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, hair of the dog that bit you, a sight for sore eyes, a stitch in time, a piece of cake. These sayings, like a walk in the park, seemed to have endured even though precious few know their derivations and even fewer that know the origins.  Despite my memories growing dimmer by the minute, I can distinctly recall two different occasions where those five practically meaningless little words defined two life changing moments for me.

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Connective Collaborations

BUDDY COHEN & KRISTIN PARKER

Daisy & Delray 

The Storybook Starring Your Grandkids

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All Across America

Larry Long

I've Been Blind

Jonny Somebody

Design, Direction & Book Sales

BY BUDDY COHEN

Whatever you thought you knew about eating disorders, specifically Anorexia, will be challenged by Lisa Nasseff’s story, as told in her book, Flagrantly Anorexic.  Currently a speaker, often on behalf of the National Alliance on Mental illness (NAMI), Lisa tells her story, both shocking and heartbreaking as she struggles to find some help in a non-existent mental health system.  The second part of her book is a call to action on how we treat, redefine, and de-stigmatize mental illness.

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Our collaboration resulted in art direction for the book cover and consultation on independent book publishing and advertising tips.

Tiki Island and attached outdoor yardscape provide social distanced camaraderie in a creative atmosphere and an intimate setting.

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