By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I have always felt like fall was the start of something. I suppose, in the most realistically basic sense, it is the start of kids returning to school so that’s something. The lazy days of summer for child, parent and teacher alike are morphing into something that is a more hectic,Continue reading “With Great Expectations 9/6/2020”
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Seven Years Ago 8/30/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt The day that this post publishes shall be a date forever ingrained in my memory. On this day in 2013 I got married. So yes, today is my anniversary and yes I am going to write about it. Don’t panic though. My goal is not to make this a gushing testamentContinue reading “Seven Years Ago 8/30/2020”
Something in the Air 8/23/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt It is coming. I could not possibly be more thankful. You can feel it on its way. The oppressive giant that is summer in the south is starting to lose his grip ever so slightly. It will still be hot for some time. The air will still be dripping with enoughContinue reading “Something in the Air 8/23/2020”
A Life of Good Taste: A Second Helping 8/16/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Last week I caved to the pressure of culinary fascination and wrote about food. It was wordy and I didn’t discuss nearly as much as I had hoped. I am forever saying far too little by way of far too much. I did forewarn you though that I hadn’t yet exhaustedContinue reading “A Life of Good Taste: A Second Helping 8/16/2020”
A Life of Good Taste 8/9/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I have purposely not written a whole blog about this because it seems, oh I don’t know, trivial, flippant or maybe even luxurious? I don’t think I want to fight it anymore though. It is a legitimate topic especially to a southerner. I want to talk about something that can pungentlyContinue reading “A Life of Good Taste 8/9/2020”
Time Immemorial 8/2/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Not far from my home there is a historic site. If it weren’t for the marker you’d never know it though. I had barely heard of its existence and I am a bit of an eccentric when it comes to local history. If it had no marker there wouldn’t be reallyContinue reading “Time Immemorial 8/2/2020”
Of Crown and Cotton 7/26/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Both my parents grew up picking cotton. My mother’s family did so in the Appalachian foothills of northeastern Alabama. I am not entirely sure how they managed much by way of field agriculture there considering the rock to dirt ratio is roughly 200 to 2 but somehow apparently her family managedContinue reading “Of Crown and Cotton 7/26/2020”
Sweet Relief 7/19/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Summer in the south. It’s a…potent event. Sure, it makes for great tans and ridiculous amounts of fun in various bodies of water but there are times that it is pretty convincing that somehow our beloved Earth has switched places with Mercury and is now so close to the sun thatContinue reading “Sweet Relief 7/19/2020”
An Adventure, of Sorts 7/12/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I once found a gate to nowhere. It was on a back road in the country, not too far from my home. I am not even exactly sure why I was on said road since I am certainly not one to wander from the beaten bath. I have the directional orientationContinue reading “An Adventure, of Sorts 7/12/2020”
The Biggest Family Potluck 7/5/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt It would seem that we are just a handful of years away from being 250 years a nation. You would really think we would be better at things by now don’t you? I mean how much practice does a country need to figure things out? I suppose there are older (definitely)Continue reading “The Biggest Family Potluck 7/5/2020”
The Not-So-Little Things 6/28/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt What a world huh? What a crazy life we lead, am I right? When they say that there is nothing new under the sun I am starting to wonder if this year took that as a challenge. I think that we tend to, and lately understandably so, get caught up in,Continue reading “The Not-So-Little Things 6/28/2020”
Wood, Water and Wonderment 6/21/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt When I think of my father I think of wood. I think of walnut and mahogany. I think of the sounds of guitar, mandolin and fiddle, not violin, no, definitely fiddle. I think of the wholesome sounds of wood and string mingling. See, my daddy is always surrounded by wood. He’sContinue reading “Wood, Water and Wonderment 6/21/2020”
Porch Sessions 6/14/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt There is thunder and driving rain outside my window. If I am not mistaken they are the remnants of a tropical storm. I could very well be mistaken and it could just be standard summer afternoon weather, considering on most any given day during a southern summer there is the goodContinue reading “Porch Sessions 6/14/2020”
Little Known Lighthouses 6/7/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I don’t know when we became a world that feeds on only bad news but here we are. Seems often the powers that be, or the media, or whoever you get any form of information from seem to think that nothing ever happens worth publicizing unless it induces nausea, venom, fearContinue reading “Little Known Lighthouses 6/7/2020”
Between the Creek and the Caution Light 5/31/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I live in a small town. I know things come to mind when I say that but I feel I really need to expound upon the gravity of my statement. I live in a VERY small town. My town is in fact, so small that it is not even technically aContinue reading “Between the Creek and the Caution Light 5/31/2020”
A Higher Calling 5/24/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt From what I have gleaned growing up in the south, the majority of the population has one of two locations that are the typical vacation locale. Now, I am not talking about some special trek off to an exotic country. Those are not the standards. For whatever reason, we southerners tendContinue reading “A Higher Calling 5/24/2020”
Nostalgic Normal 5/17/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Take a journey with me today if you will. I want to take you back to a time when the world wasn’t turned upside down. I want you to go to a day back when there was no “new normal”. There was only normal. I started writing the following a coupleContinue reading “Nostalgic Normal 5/17/2020”
A Mother’s Love 5/10/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt The heady fragrance of privet hedge bloom is to me the quintessential May aroma. It is the intoxicatingly floral sweetness that is just flowery enough without being oppressive. A hedge dripping with lacy blossoms and filling all of the outside air with the perfect measure of perfume is probably one ofContinue reading “A Mother’s Love 5/10/2020”
Creature Comforts 5/3/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt There is a warm fur-clothed inhabitant on my lap. I am just simply trying to type a blog and draped across my legs is a vibrating, softly snoring being. This creature occasionally takes advantage of my pauses in typing to use my right hand as a chin rest. “I’m sorry myContinue reading “Creature Comforts 5/3/2020”
No Place Like It 4/26/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt As I sit here trying to think of something of substance to write for today’s blog, I am struggling. I am not at a loss for a topic. I have a topic but it’s so broad it’s the equivalent to being told to go on a treasure hunt and having yourContinue reading “No Place Like It 4/26/2020”
A Fairly Grave Tale 4/19/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I have a somewhat unique hobby. My parents have this same hobby and when I was younger I was quite convinced that they were a tad on the lunatic side because of it. But then again, when you’re younger I suppose most things your parents do are either weird, stupid orContinue reading “A Fairly Grave Tale 4/19/2020”
Sunrise Service 4/12/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt So, this Easter is a bit different isn’t it? I have seen many people talk about how they are a bit tired of being a part of a historic event. These certainly are historic times, and I suppose we all are probably looking forward to getting back to some semblance ofContinue reading “Sunrise Service 4/12/2020”
It Is the Best of Times, It Is the Worst of Times… 4/5/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I bet with the title of this post you think I am going to talk about what is going on in the world right now. You’re correct. I’m going to talk about Springtime. Oh Spring. You’re such a fickle mistress. You seduce us with your gorgeous blossoms. We are wooed with intoxicatinglyContinue reading “It Is the Best of Times, It Is the Worst of Times… 4/5/2020”
Mason Jar Moments 3/29/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt One of my favorite authors once said writers from the South always write with a sense of place. This applies to me I suppose in the sense that I write, and here I am in Alabama where I have lived the whole of my life other than being born in Mississippi;Continue reading “Mason Jar Moments 3/29/2020”
Prose and Possibilities 