Author Archives: sarabethjones

sunday morning

what’s shaping your life? what’s shaping mine? i could look around the room and try to recite all the unwritten rules that guide our lives don’t oversleep go to church comb your hair press your shirt marry the right one … Continue reading

almost famous

Our latest Baylor Magazine came last week with a picture of Angela Kinsey on the cover. Yes, we knew she was a fellow alum. Yes, we are freaks about The Office. Yes, we were so very excited. And stunned. For … Continue reading

mother of the year

This afternoon, while driving one of my many laps around this town – school, husband to work, my work, school, orthodontist, back to school, work, lunch, back to school again, orthodontist again, grocery store, back to school once more time, … Continue reading

fourteen

He looked over at me in the gathering dusk, and said, “You know, I used to have a crush on you.” Excuse me – used to? I should have known then that he was going to be trouble. He was … Continue reading

i do, i do

We just got home from a wedding. It was so many things that a wedding should be; intimate, with a bride and groom who have seen enough of life to know – well, as much as anyone can – what … Continue reading

new every morning

There are things that are true whether I like it or not. When I’m grumpy, or sad (like during this week…ok, well maybe this whole month), I don’t like to be reminded of these things. That’s easy for you to … Continue reading

the sound of silence

My kids left yesterday for San Antonio – flying with their grandmother from here to spend a week with their grandmother from there. So far, they have had their first plane ride (technically Elizabeth has flown, but at 15 months … Continue reading

intrepid internet idiots

Tomorrow the Jones clan will head north to the land of silver dollar and dixie stampedes. That’s right folks! We’re headed to Branson! We’re taking this short trip as a result of our daughter’s dance competition, which is really a … Continue reading

shout out

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