Alison Garwood Jones

Last day

Originally published in June 2011 in Blog

Because I find writing about my dad more fun than crying. Happy Father’s Day, Papa Jones     Our Mt. Rushmore, TGJ (©AGJ) My dad was still hanging in the air inside his home a few hours after he died (it’s now been 12 weeks). I took note of his presence before the march of […]

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Christmas past

Originally published in December 2010 in Blog

Knitting was the last thing my mother knew how to do. I miss her — especially at this time of year.

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What will your legacy be?

Originally published in November 2010 in Blog

*9:00 am: This post is dedicated to my friend, Monica Scrivener. She died on Saturday. I found out ten minutes ago on Facebook. In high school, Mon and I used to sit beside each other in art class and make smartass comments. I’m heartbroken. When I’m dead and all physical reminders of the life I […]

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Move it!

Originally published in June 2010 in Blog

On some mornings, I get up thinking about Twyla Tharp (left), the American choreographer. And I’m not even a dancer, I’m a writer. I don’t know Twyla, but I do know that she moves like Fred Astaire (leading, not following) and once directed a line of classical ballerinas to sing en pointe. Years of studying the […]

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Woof!

Originally published in June 2010 in Blog

The front hallway of the house I grew up in was a grotto of potted plants and hanging baskets placed in and amongst a collection of modern art made from highly polished cast steel. A floating staircase linking the hallway to a second level cut through the middle of this exhibition of vines and metal […]

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In conversation with Maureen Judge

Originally published in May 2010 in Blog

In a display of human nature at its worst, I once worked with a fashionista who sneered, “Old ladies smell like sour milk.” Wow, I thought, if women can be this disdainful of their mother’s generation, we’ve got a problem. Judging by popular culture, society as a whole finds post-fertile women not worth looking at […]

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Momento mori

Originally published in February 2010 in Blog

Alzheimer’s Tale: Several years ago, I found this folded piece of paper in the pocket of my mother’s favourite cardigan. This was just before my dad and I gave away her clothes to the Salvation Army and my last reminder that she didn’t want to forget us. ~ Penny is the family dog.

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The long goodbye …

Originally published in February 2010 in Blog

I got a lot of moving feedback the first time I wrote about my mother, Catherine, here in  The Long Goodbye, published four years ago on this blog. After she died in December 2012, I expanded on the story of our relationship and turned it into a magazine piece for Glow Magazine. You can read that version here. I […]

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