© 2012 sarabethjones. All rights reserved.
This spring I went to the funeral of an addict. It was strange, for me, experiencing him this way, because I met the man at a place in his life where he was long sober. A counselor, in fact, for … Continue reading
© 2011 sarabethjones. All rights reserved.
I go to more funerals than I would have expected. Part of it is a curious side effect of working at a church; a proximity issue. Quite simply, sometimes you’re at work and a funeral is happening. Or your work … Continue reading
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What do we do when the loss is so great? When it is felt so keenly? When there is nothing we can do, nothing we can say to fill that void? I rage and cry. I say no to this … Continue reading
© 2010 sarabethjones. All rights reserved.
Bare branches reaching into blue winter sky; dark fingers stretched against the blaze of a January sunset – this is one thing I actually long for in winter, a sight that summer in all it’s lushness cannot produce for me. … Continue reading
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We have this neighbor named Bernie. Mr. Bernie, that’s what we call him. He’s about the same age as my parents, and since he retired we see him nearly every day, just across the circle from our house. He likes … Continue reading
I sat toward the back of the auditorium, a full 3 rows between me and the next actual human being. It was only about a quarter full, anyway, having been used for larger sessions earlier in the day, and now … Continue reading
I’m driving the car with the sun shining high in the clear perfect swimming pool blue sky – I’ve just dropped my kids at school and my husband off at the car repair shop where he is about to pick … Continue reading
So, this morning one of my friends, a terribly gifted drummer and wonderfully supportive fellow artist, tells me he thinks maybe I was a little hard on this guy. And pretty much, he’s probably right, because mostly what I wanted … Continue reading
Just wanted to close out this trip – our bags are packed and we’re ready to drive home tomorrow. As ready as we’ll ever be, I mean. Every year when I come down here I find myself pondering the life … Continue reading
But then again, these things never are. These things that cause us to stop mid-sentence, hold our heads, and cry. I was going to do fun today. Interactive. I don’t want to be too reflective, too serious, all the time. … Continue reading
