Alison Garwood Jones

More than words

Originally published in October 2017 in Blog

This blog started out as a place to write. That was ten years ago. Today words have lost their lustre for me. I’m shocked and put out by the way language has being kicked around, mocked, and misused. I used to rely on words to express truths. My love for and response to them was […]

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This is it

Originally published in August 2016 in Blog

Cleaning up the remains of our parents’ days has been a long process for my brothers and me. Five years to be exact. From left to right: Alison, Richard and Peter. We’re probably watching Wimbledon or the U.S. Open. Yesterday, as I was studying the photographic evidence of our childhoods inside a non-descript industrial storage […]

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The one you feed

Originally published in July 2016 in Blog

“An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. ‘A battle is going on inside all of us,’ he said to the boy. ‘It is a terrible fight and it’s between two wolves. One is evil: anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego. The other is […]

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Pensée

Originally published in July 2016 in Blog

Joe went from living with Marilyn Monroe to living with his sister. Ponder that.

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Brotherly love

Originally published in July 2016 in Blog

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She loves me

Originally published in June 2015 in Blog

There’s a reason why guitar strummers always get the girl. Even base players have been taken aback over how easily the hugs and propositions flow after a show. We’ve been saying it since the 1970s: some guys are just more “sensitive.” Women notice men who can emote — or who, at least, convince us they […]

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Mothers

Originally published in May 2015 in Blog

Photo from the Melissa Rivers Collection Joan Rivers was by turns vicious, smart, snarky and deeply caring. Back when when I watched more TV I occasionally landed on one of her fashion rants, but never stayed long. Most of the time, I don’t find that kind of aggression entertaining. But I felt her talent, so […]

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Out of the woods

Originally published in April 2015 in Blog

ildegard walked the forest in a squeaking body of armor. Her chest plate was bronze and had dings from all the arrows that had tried to pierce her heart, but never made it. Her waist was tiny and bound by a wide leather belt fringed with hard studs designed to keep hands off. Her long […]

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And still I rise

Originally published in May 2014 in Blog

Thank you, Dr. Angelou. For everything.

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Rabbit remembered

Originally published in March 2014 in Blog

The bodies are buried. The house is sold. And the dust has settled. But not for you. You keep turning the soil.   You’re digging for worms, not coins, And sinking further into the soil yourself. But you’re a writer, you said, Can’t you see this is material?   At your insistence, I took ownership of […]

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