Alison Garwood Jones

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October 4, 2026

“I hope Gloria doesn’t die from a broken heart.”

I said this to a girlfriend last Spring. I knew Gloria Steinem wouldn’t live forever.

By September 2nd she was gone. This loss felt personal to half the world.

I felt the sear again yesterday leafing through the August 31st copy of The New Yorker. On p. 3, there’s 92-year-old Gloria smiling in her last headshot next to similarly hopeful headshots of Cole Escola, Parker Posey and Wynton Marsalis, all of them together in an ad for The New Yorker Festival on Oct 23-25th.

If Gloria died broken hearted because the rights she and her generation worked so hard to secure for us were crumbling like sand castles she never said so in public.

Our work isn’t done, she told guests around her dinner table, women who stopped her on the street, and, I can only imagine, the loved ones gathered around her before she passed.

That work began as a campaign to convince the majority of Americans (and Canadians) that women were human beings worthy of rights. Instagram reels reminded me of that in the days and weeks after her passing. My first thought after hearing that again was: ‘My God, this feels like an awful lot of work.”

I’m still holding out hope that the five decades we’ve just lived through, when women in the west enjoyed progressively more rights, will be enough to prevent the clock from setting us back that far again.

To all the women in my circle and beyond who follow what’s happening in the world and are concerned and mentally wiped out, but open to inspiration, I have some for you. It’s designed to make you feel good about how you show up every single day.

Frances Valentine, the vintage-inspired clothing designer, just launched a limited edition collection honouring another feminist icon of the late 1960s and early seventies, Mary Tyler Moore. Founders Elyse Arons and Kate Spade both studied journalism because of Mary.

Celebrating Mary Tyler Moore's iconic style and trailblazing legacy is a limited-edition collection from Frances Valentine.

While Mary and Gloria admitted to embracing feminism their own way, both were fierce advocates of women’s advancement and both loved the power of clothes and jewelry to make a woman feel good about her work and her place in the world. Wonder Woman bangles and chain link belts anyone?

The limited edition MTM collection from Frances Valentine includes the Petrie Pant (black capris), ribbed turtlenecks and gorgeous bright red peacoats, chunky heels and knitted berets and, of course, cute clutch purses — all designed to lead you into fall. Notable women of all ages in arts and journalism are modelling the collection, including reporter Deborah Roberts, actor Bernadette Peters, journalism student Rowan Henchy, comedians Rachel Dratch and Mindy Cohn, and more.*

Thank you Frances Valentine for lighting our torches with Mary’s optimism, sense of style and, yes, her SPUNK!

Will you be dressing like it’s 1969?

Mary's legacy on my wall by Alison Garwood-Jones

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I Want M.O.R.E.

September 11, 2026

Take this job and shove it  •  Take this job and love it

My friend Scott Schieman has written a book! Here we are on Wednesday night at his sold-out book launch at the University of Toronto – Rotman School of Management.

Scott Schieman and Alison Garwood-Jones at his book launch at the Rotman School of Management
This attention-grabbing opener gets to the crux of what he argues in I Want M.O.R.E. – Why Your Job Still Matters  (University of Toronto Press).

If the pandemic unleashed quiet quitting and public conversations about bad boss behaviours and unhealthy office cultures, the Age of AI has inspired us to think beyond a paycheck (still important), and line up all the intangible assets work gives us: purpose, mastery, recognition, creativity & connection. The threat of disempowerment will do that.

This book is not a screaming match about passion, grit, and winning. It’s about showing up every day and what that gives us.

Scott’s a sociologist and he surveyed thousands of Canadians, Americans and South Koreans about work, then he let their stories and voices lead.

I’ve said to him more than once, “You may be an academic, but you write like a magazine feature writer” (that’s a compliment). Translation: he cares about lively, good ol’ fashioned storytelling based on actual people, real events, and genuine emotions.

Here’s what Scott found: The headlines say we hate our jobs, but that’s not what the data says. Whether a stock clerk or a graphic designer, people love contributing, they’re looking to evolve, and they’re actively thinking about their value over time.

For leaders, Scott’s “M.O.R.E framework” is your post-pandemic playbook for creating a fair, fulfilling and equitable workplace.

I’ve put the link to the book in the comments.

Scott, thanks for shining a light on us and this moment.

P.S. Great job moderating, Mandi Gosling.

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Mid-Century Design Simplicity

August 28, 2026

Technology makes promises so big it can scatter your focus, or make you freeze. Maybe you can relate.

When I’m feeling untethered by the too much-ness of AI, I always go back to mid-twentieth century illustration styles to reacquaint myself with my sense of wonder — everything from Andy Warhol’s 1950s cookbook drawings to Saul Bass’s film title sequences (One, Two, Three – 1961).

Andy Warhol cookbook illustrations from his self-published book, Wild Raspberries.

Two drawings from Wild Raspberries (1959) by Andy Warhol (The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts)

Up in the Kawartha Lakes district, I’m finding stacks of early 1960s (aply named) Wonder Books for kids in the antique shops along the main streets of all the little towns. These books sat on the shelves of family cottages for half a century until it was time to clean them out. I’ve decided to build a collection.


The quality I love most about the style of mid-century drawings is limitation.

Sixty years ago, four-colour CMYK printing was expensive and more labour intensive than spot colour illustrations where you have one layer for black outlines and another for a single splash of colour, usually red.

Fly-Away at the Air Show by Leone Adelson (story) and Andree Golbin (Pictures) (New York: Wonder Books Inc., 1962)

 

From these constraints burst forth a style full of bold energy,

Keep Your Eyes Open, story by Michael Folsom and pictures by Elizabeth Dauber (New York: Wonder Books, 1965)

and such charm.

Fly-Away at the Air Show by Leone Adelson (story) and Andree Golbin (Pictures) (New York: Wonder Books Inc., 1962)
These artists and this time period are inspiring me to set deliberate constraints on my artistic experiments. I keep asking, how can I limit my tools to increase the boldness of my expression?

For e.g. If I can only use two tools from my studio or my travel pack, which ones would I pick?  Maybe it’s a Japanese brush pen and a tube of ultramarine gouache? Or a 3B pencil, an eraser and the end of my finger (does that count as three?)

If art is not your jam, who can you go back to to remind yourself that less is more? It could be a favourite poet, chef, mathematician, systems theorist or strategist. Sit quietly with the simplicity of their creations.

Sometimes excellence is waiting for you to find two sticks and the patience and discipline to create that first spark.

Going back to the basics is the best way I’ve found to recharge my creativity and problem-solving abilities in an age where technological sophistication is on steroids.

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Writing is Observing

August 24, 2026

You know you’re a writer if you’re energized by your observations.

Gay Talese, the journalist who made a career profiling ordinary folk (doormen, dishwashers, busboys, billboard caretakers), always said, You can’t fake interest.”

Nor can you fake the depth of knowledge that comes from directly experiencing something.

My advice to budding writers (thanks to Talese) is to hang out and take notes. Then type them up and see what you’ve got.

Kawartha Lakes observations by Alison Garwood-Jones

Kawartha Observations

Wine tastes fine from a children’s plastic cup.

Pool noodles make great armchairs.

Lake grass will always wrap around your ankles like an octopus.

Lake swimming is more therapeutic than the Calm app, yoga, and running combined.

Fish won’t eat the end of a pork sausage. Watch it just float away.

Ice cream is a food group.

Poor internet connectivity is a glorious thing.

Half of Canada is a giant domed rock with sharp or smooth edges depending on where the water flows.

Fall leaves are two months ahead of schedule.

Old, abandoned cottages are a surprisingly painful sight.

A loon is a bird with the most advanced swimming badges.

People with cottages on tiny islands don’t always wave at passing boaters.

“No Wake” doesn’t apply to speedboats and jet skies.

Marine gas stations that say “open” may not be.

It helps to know upstream from downstream.

Underwater boulders chuckle at passing boat bellies.

It rains sideways, not down.

Anchors only work sideways, never down (like in cartoons).

Rainbows arch across entire lakes.

Parks Canada lock masters are outstanding Canadians.

If a water tap spits out tea, it’s not potable.

Two-ply toilet paper is the height of  luxury.

Cornflowers, goldenrod and Queen Anne’s lace make a pretty dinette arrangement.

Most amateur fishermen aren’t peeping toms. Your boat just took their spot at the end of the dock under the “No Fishing” sign.

At bedtime, ear plugs block out bugs.

Flying insects bank away from nostrils at the last minute if noses are dabbed with bug spray.

Spiders can fly. Wait … what?

Young people are happiest when they’re busy scooping ice cream, pumping gas, selling firewood, looping mooring lines, and running BLTs with piles of steaming, hot fries. In their off hours, you can find them doing cannonballs off the town bridge.

Whoever came up with boat towel clips is right up there with the inventor of fairy lights.

You can get in your steps by walking into town for chips and wine.

Wave hello to all the American loopers,* then welcome them to Canada.

The grief and nostalgia you’re feeling for lost friends and family and summers long gone is softened by a glass of rosé at sundown.

*Boat loopers are recreational boaters who navigate the 9700 km continuous loop of waterways, rivers and canals that connect the Eastern U.S. and Canada.

 

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Canada: Land of the Titans

July 23, 2026

CANADA: Land of Comedy and Songwriting Titans by Alison Garwood-Jones

We don’t act or move like titans we are. We’re too busy writing and observing.

P.S. This post was inspired by the poetic waxings of Conan O’Brien and Keith Urban, two of the many artists who consider Canadians their beacon of inspiration.

#Catherine #Eugene #Martin #Joni #Neil #Robbie #Leonard #Drake

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TV Legends

June 23, 2026

Jack Paar by Alison Garwood-Jones“I don’t know how to explain Jack. His quicksilver, odd, impetuous, witty, unsettled, suspicious personality … and there are ten more things you could throw in that list. To me, it made him the most compelling face that’s ever been on the television.” 

~ Dick Cavett on Jack Paar,
Archive of American Television (EmmyLegends.com)

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Laughing Gas Lounge

June 9, 2026

Laughing Gas Lounge Series by Alison Garwood-Jones

“I’m part of the expensively educated downwardly mobile professional class. I sure am glad I didn’t get that Ph.D in art history, otherwise I’d have to buy a care to live out of.”

For more laughs, check out Noam Scheiber’s article, “The Politics of the Downwardly Mobile Professional Class,” New York Times Magazine (June 7, 2026).

I’d be the only standup assigning a reading list.

Hat tip to my friend, Rob Cottingham, who’s moved into doing actual standup.

 

 

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Art with Alison

May 30, 2026

For the month of May I teamed up with Jamii, my favourite Toronto arts organization, to lead a series of artistic discoveries.

Alison Garwood-Jones teaching art classes at Jamii Esplanade Toronto

When the world overwhelms, drawing, painting and writing remind us who we are. And sometimes — if you stick with it — they show us what we must do.

 

Alison Garwood-Jones teaching art classes at Jamii Esplanade Toronto

Spending time together beyond the algorithm rewired our nervous systems. We made collages and comics and other beautiful messes.

I shall miss our Wednesday night classes.

Alison Garwood-Jones teaching art classes at Jamii Esplanade Toronto

Thank you Isorine Marc, and the entire Jamii team, for letting me share what I know about tending to the human spirit.

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Yer breakin’ my heart

April 14, 2026

Map of Canada and the USA by Alison Garwood-Jones

EXCERPT: “Not having anyone to compare myself to, and with no professional or ancestral lineage to live up to, I felt like America, this start-from-scratch experiment where anything was possible.(1)

I wasn’t the only Gen X Canadian obsessed with America. In the 1980s and nineties, it was the place to be. Canada was still struggling with its confidence and still reacting to youthful buoyancy with a blank stare. That’s when I decided I needed to be where my drive and creativity would be embraced. That meant crossing the border. For a decade, I went back and forth between Canada and the U.S., studying at art schools, working in museums (like the Smithsonian and the Art Institute of Chicago), and absorbing the best America had to offer.

But I always returned. Not because Amercians aren’t ingenious and inspiring. They are. But, to me, personal development, career growth, and ambition were not a ruthless battle that ends with one person left standing in a smoking field of bodies. This is how I view(ed) America’s take on striving and success.

For whatever reason, I was determined to prioritize the gentle side of my personality and incorporate those qualities into my work. Maybe it’s the Canadian in me or just the Alison in me. Had I stayed in the U.S., that softness would have been wiped out by America’s lack of a social safety net.

I also came to understand that I preferred living in a nation that could laugh at itself — power never takes the mickey out of itself — and acknowledge the need to address and redress the disconnect between its ideals and its reality. Canada is a tiny nation of sharp armchair observers and I told-you-so-ers. While we’re one step ahead of the U.S. in acknowleging our actual history, we’re still figuring out what to do about it. We’re exceptionally good at stalling, but the truth is out there and so is the pressure to do the right thing.

For now, Canada is a destination where weirdos and non-conformists continue to be left in peace and covered for their hospital visits. If that was big back then, it’s huge now.”

#NewProject

  1. When I learned American history in the late 1970s, the tabula rasa theory was still in vogue. America was a blank slate there for the taking and the making. This colonial attitude ran roughshod over the universal rights, cultural contributions and point of view of the founding First Nations. So indoctrinated was I in colonial history that when my family pleaded with me to stop using the dining room table for my nightly homework and school projects, I justified the takeover with two words: “Manifest Destiny.” I was proud of my energetic grasp of history and thought they should be too. Geez.

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Book on Grief is an Exhibit at the TPL

April 9, 2026

I Miss My Mommy: Portraits of Orphaned Adults Exhibit at Deer Park Branch of Toronto Public Library by Alison Garwood-Jones

: I MISS MY MOMMY drawing exhibition
: Toronto Public Library – Deer Park Branch, 40 St. Clair Ave. East (TTC stop: St. Clair)
: The entire month of April

Head to the magazine section near the front entrance. I’ve created a story corner for adults, with a very light touch of Pee Wee Herman.

The exhibition shows 20 reproductions from my illustrated novel, I MISS MY MOMMY, an award-winning book that tracks how grieving adults look and act. Just so you know, the Five Stages of Grief doesn’t even begin to cover it.

My goal has always been the same: establish a close relationship with the reader/viewer by showing them private emotions or behaviours they know well, but weren’t expecting to see. You will either laugh or experience a feeling of camaraderie.

Spoiler alert: None of us are getting out of here alive.

Thank you TPL for hosting this show and for carrying my book (paperback and digital).

I Miss My Mommy: Portraits of Orphaned Adults Exhibit at Deer Park Branch of Toronto Public Library by Alison Garwood-Jones

 

I Miss My Mommy: Portraits of Orphaned Adults Exhibit at Deer Park Branch of Toronto Public Library by Alison Garwood-Jones

 

I Miss My Mommy: Portraits of Orphaned Adults Exhibit at Deer Park Branch of Toronto Public Library by Alison Garwood-Jones

 

I Miss My Mommy: Portraits of Orphaned Adults Exhibit at Deer Park Branch of Toronto Public Library by Alison Garwood-Jones

 

I Miss My Mommy: Portraits of Orphaned Adults Exhibit at Deer Park Branch of Toronto Public Library by Alison Garwood-Jones

 

I Miss My Mommy: Portraits of Orphaned Adults Exhibit at Deer Park Branch of Toronto Public Library by Alison Garwood-Jones

 

I Miss My Mommy: Portraits of Orphaned Adults Exhibit at Deer Park Branch of Toronto Public Library by Alison Garwood-Jones

 

I Miss My Mommy: Portraits of Orphaned Adults Exhibit at Deer Park Branch of Toronto Public Library by Alison Garwood-Jones

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