Jeff Raught

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…

Time is a funny thing. We can’t really contain it. Oh we can set  time limits for games and sports, but that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about some of the phrases we use about time, that seem…

My sister reminded me recently that our Dad had worked in a beach ball factory. I also knew that he worked as a mortician. But what I did not know, was that the funeral home he worked for, owned…

   One evening  I arrived home late after a gig. As I stood in the driveway, I looked around and noticed there were no more lightning bugs, or fireflies if you prefer. I wondered, is it possible to pay attention…

THE HONEYCOMB 

Whenever someone close in your life passes away in death, people often respond with, “I’m sorry for your loss,” in part because most of us never really know what to say. From what I have overheard in the…