I grew up in a judging family.

Life was not a matter of relativity.

There was bad and fair and best.

No category was one of apathy.

A was better than B and B

was never good enough.

This method was called Values.

If we did not do well enough

if we were B’s we were on

The Wrong Road. My only B’s

were in Conduct. That is, I always

Talked Too Much To My Neighbor

about anything no subject

too big or too small

and this admonition, written with

various degrees of seriousness

was my report card blight. My talking

was always a matter of Family Discussion.


Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. …but your voice is serving you well in adulthood. Perhaps your younger years were in-training 🙂

    Unrelated to this but just want you to know, I purchased The Book Doctor and God is a Tree several months ago and so enjoyed both. I passed them on to my sister who then insisted her friend also read The Book Doctor. God is a Tree spoke to me on many levels. Though I do not comment regularly, I enjoy reading your blog daily.

  2. I think there was something in the water fountain at BISC, Esther. That was pretty much my experience too, including the report card comments. Although once, in third grade, I got a “Rude, disrespectful at times.” Just once….

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