Jeff Raught

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…

Dad was a mortician, in our early life, a funeral director, an undertaker. He liked the term undertaker as you undertake things, you step in during trying times.  

The Mustache Story. 

A man died. He had a mustache…

   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…