All I want to do is write. I want to focus on cleaning up my second novel and share funny anecdotes about my life in my blog, but instead I have to continue the uphill battle of trying to be relevant. Hello, I am Allison Jones and I am trying to build a brand at...
Friday would have been my mother's 90th birthday, so I scheduled a dinner with her best friend and her daughters to celebrate her memory. We dined on fabulous food, swapped stories about my mother and laughed. It was good for my soul. We left with full stomachs and...
I am currently residing in a lovely place called limbo. The process of settling my mother's estate would be so much quicker if we didn't have to follow the letter of the law. Damn my parents for teaching us right from wrong. Anyway, our court date to get the ball...
Yesterday, Brian and I went to see a close family friend who has been a warrior fighting cancer. Hospice had been called in, and I felt a sense of deja vu. He was talkative. Our conversation wasn't profound or emotional, but a simple, mundane chat that old friends...
It is standard practice to ask people how they are as part of a social interaction. It's fascinating to me how profound that question is when you are walking through grief. When each day presents a new wave of emotions, my answers vary, but I am transparent. I don't...
Cleaning out my childhood home has been interesting. Items found have given me a whole new view of my parents. Yesterday, as my youngest perused through their vast album collection he came across one that was titled "For Lovers Only" which I could have gone my whole...
I hear the excuses. People with their "when I finish this, I will start that" or "I don't have time to do such and such". Excuses. Excuses. I am a firm believer that excuses are merely avoiding the potential to fail. What people seem to forget is that by not even...
As we trudge along with the daunting process of settling my mother's estate, I am learning all kinds of things. For example, the seller's disclosure paperwork that is needed when selling a home, inquires if the home has ever been a meth lab. Meth lab, friends. Then it...
Shoe horns. That is what I am finding most when cleaning out my mother's home.....my childhood home. I suppose some go back to my father, but honestly, I am baffled at the amount. It is like they are multiplying as I find them. Maybe my parents wanted to start a shoe...
No one should ever start their birthday week off burying their mother, yet here we are. I will say I survived my first birthday without her. Maybe it was because we are so busy with the details of settling her estate and I am decently distracted. Or perhaps, I am...
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