Jeff Raught

I called Mom about a week ago. The call lasted thirty nine seconds. Yes you read that correctly :39 

.  

Jeff: Hi Mom, 

Marie: My son, my son, What’s doin? 

Jeff: I’m at work, just took a break to call…

At least two years have gone by since I heard my mother call me Jeff. The usual greeting is Hi Honey or My Son, My Son. It has been a very, very long time since she has spoken the name…

Show me the way to go home 

I'm tired and I wanna go to bed 

I had a little drink about an hour ago 

And it's gone right to my head 

Wherever I may roam 

…

Fireflies - Rising Up 

It rained a good soaking rain this evening. The kind of rain that makes weed pulling fun. After it settled the fireflies started to rise up. I've written about fireflies before regarding my mom and her…

This is a narrative from my show The Honeycomb. It serves as an introduction to the song How Do You?

When are you going to start a family?

When you are young, unmarried or perhaps in a relationship, there’s that…

“It’s nice out here.” Over and over she would return to that simple phrase. Perhaps it was a place of comfort in her mind. A place far removed from the confusing world of trying to sort out facts. We went…

The Sled….. 

A slightly rusted sled filled with pockmarks of the life it has seen, of the runs it has already taken. Not unlike the ride you are embarking on as a Dad. So what might you look for? What…

A Most Unusual Fit - Circa 2012 

What you are about to read is true. It's another bonehead play by Jeff. No names have been changed because I didn't need to. So here you go.... 

We were invited to a…

I was able to visit Mom a little while ago. Because of Covid, we had to wear masks and keep some distance. But I think that is understandable in a time such as this. She’s not the only one living…

I Got an F in Music 

1977, my senior year of high school.In one semester I got an F in music. It was not at all expected, but very much deserved. It was the best grade I have ever received…

It is the little things that count. Yet the tiniest of occurrences also seem to have another effect. Particularly when it is tied to a strong event in our life. When we break a flower inadvertently or poke a hole…

A Sack of Seeds - 2019 Jeff Raught 

Burdens are heavy. That’s why they are called burdens. But I wonder if too often we think about them as merely dead weight. Cumbersome baggage that we either try to constantly carry…