Alison Garwood Jones

Say no to racism

Originally published in July 2018 in Blog

I grew up in a multi-racial family. From left to right: Catherine, Alison, Richard, Trevor, Peter, and our 1972 orange Volvo wagon. My brothers and I were born at time when Martin Luther King Jr. was doing his most important work, standing up to segregationists in Georgia and organizing non-violent protests in Alabama. Meanwhile, a […]

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Missing them

Originally published in March 2018 in Blog, Illustration, Toronto Illustrators

  Catherine and Trevor Garwood-Jones Catherine, Trevor, Peter and Richard.

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Originally published in November 2016 in Blog, Uncategorized

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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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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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Energy report

Originally published in January 2015 in Blog

My energy reserves are more precious than oil. I don’t know if it’s a female thing? The men I know and love and don’t love don’t share the nitty gritty details of their energy metrics. For all I know, they’re concealing some wild fluctuations. Productivity is what we’re all chasing. It’s the gold standard and […]

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Home

Originally published in December 2013 in Blog

After you lose your parents, You start to wonder if your family ever existed. That feeling of being part of a team alters, Then disintegrates over time. New alliances form. Continents and decades are crossed in a valiant search for that next Home. Siblings become more like old classmates, People you used to know because […]

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Remains of the day

Originally published in May 2013 in Blog

I got a lot of moving feedback the first time I wrote about my mother, Catherine, in The Long Goodbye, published three years ago on this blog. After she died last Christmas, I expanded on the story of our relationship and turned it into a magazine piece for Glow Magazine. It’s in the May issue, on newsstands […]

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Show up

Originally published in April 2013 in Blog

What was true then is true now: focus and discipline will take you far. I showed up at the kitchen table almost every day of my young school life. It was “homework central” in our house (well, I made it so).  And sometimes it was a group effort. My mother had a day job, but […]

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Down came the snow

Originally published in January 2013 in Blog

When her emotions were reeling And her writing hand couldn’t keep up — Or even find an entry point on the page — She read obsessively. Indiscriminately. And, as Dylan Thomas liked to say, With her eyes hanging out.

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