By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I’m in the midst of doing something rather unique, and every time I mention it, I end up having to give the backstory. There’s always a long tale of how things came to be, and I can never quite tell if people are genuinely intrigued or if they secretly find theContinue reading “Cornbread and Cool Points 10/12/2025”
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The Crown and the Blade 10/5/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt My daughter is an avid reader. In this, she is very much like her mother. Few things delight her more than being swept into a good story. Yet she’s still at the age where reading can sometimes feel a little too much like schoolwork, so she occasionally needs encouragement to pickContinue reading “The Crown and the Blade 10/5/2025”
Hopelessly Hospitable: Our Favorite Kind of Trouble 9/28/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt My husband and I may have a problem. We knew it was an issue early on, and yet we’ve mostly ignored it, hoping for the best. It can be a lot to manage at times. We know this, and yet we always circle back to the same pattern. No matter howContinue reading “Hopelessly Hospitable: Our Favorite Kind of Trouble 9/28/2025”
Toward the Light, Beyond the Field 9/21/2025
By Jennifer Richardson Holt After the somber mood of last week, I felt I shouldn’t fling drivel at you this time. I wanted something lighter—still meaningful, but not heavy. Not that stories about hummingbird skirmishes or my daughter’s clever quips aren’t fitting in their own right, but I knew I wasn’t quite back in thatContinue reading “Toward the Light, Beyond the Field 9/21/2025”
The Turning Point 9/14/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I do not know if it is prudent for me to write this week. My heart is brimming with emotions so strong I can scarcely hold them in, and I am unsure if letting them spill onto the page is wise. Yet here I sit, fingers on the keys, unable toContinue reading “The Turning Point 9/14/2025”
Perils of Home (and Other Lightly Exaggerated Accounts) 9/7/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt The times around my home are perilous indeed. Dangers lurk both indoors and out, and it is a wonder I am even here to write about them. Perhaps I exaggerate ever so slightly—but only slightly. Some of the goings-on truly are dangerous, or at least could be under the right circumstances.Continue reading “Perils of Home (and Other Lightly Exaggerated Accounts) 9/7/2025”
When God’s Time Became Our Forever 8/31/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt When I was a little girl imagining my future, I always saw myself getting married. Oddly enough, I didn’t give it nearly as much thought as you might expect. As someone who now delights in fawning over wedding details, you would think I’d had mine planned out well before my firstContinue reading “When God’s Time Became Our Forever 8/31/2025”
Where We Fix Our Eyes 8/24/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt One topic kept coming back to my mind this week, no matter how many distractions tried to dissuade me. Sure, there were all the nature moments that tug at my heartstrings and make me want to write. There was the smoke rising off distant pastureland, reminding me of my beloved mountains,Continue reading “Where We Fix Our Eyes 8/24/2025”
Beauty, Oddity and the Middle Ground 8/17/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt My daughter is a singularly unique soul. Actually, even that statement feels a bit too broad. Though true, I long for a word better than “unique.” “Extraordinary” comes closer—and I don’t say that merely from the bias of a mother’s heart. She truly is, in so many ways, unlike any otherContinue reading “Beauty, Oddity and the Middle Ground 8/17/2025”
Whispers on the Fence Line 8/10/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I don’t think I will ever be able to stop being amazed by the simplest things in nature. Of course, we’re all awestruck by a mountain view or a thundering waterfall—those are the easy wonders. They require no real effort to appreciate. Even someone indifferent to jewelry can’t deny the beautyContinue reading “Whispers on the Fence Line 8/10/2025”
Of Ice Cream and Sacred Simplicity 8/3/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt My daughter said I should write about ice cream. She gave me this advice one night while we were standing in the backyard, looking up at the sky. I pondered the idea and tried to see where it would take me. I ended up with a stream of consciousness that, honestly,Continue reading “Of Ice Cream and Sacred Simplicity 8/3/2025”
The In-Between Time 7/27/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I heard an analogy the other day that rang very true. This writer described the feeling of that moment when you’re in the last few minutes of a movie or maybe only have one chapter remaining of a novel and you start to worry. There is a certain anxiety that isContinue reading “The In-Between Time 7/27/2025”
Tea with Jack (Sort Of) 7/20/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt We are living in strange days. I suppose, though, if you have any dealings with the popular stories of the day, this isn’t a particularly shocking statement. In fact, I may go so far as to say it’s old news. We’ve come to expect all manner of the unexpected—to the pointContinue reading “Tea with Jack (Sort Of) 7/20/2025”
What She Wanted to Say (and What I Needed to) 7/13/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt This week has flown by, and there’s been a great deal going on. Not to mention, a topic wouldn’t come to me no matter how much random information I threw at myself, hoping something would spark a little creativity. I even came up with the idea to simply ask my daughterContinue reading “What She Wanted to Say (and What I Needed to) 7/13/2025”
Where Liberty Lived–And Still Lives for Good 7/6/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt The concept of freedom has been on my mind as of late. Yes, my nation just celebrated its Independence Day—that’s part of it, I suppose—but it isn’t merely a dose of patriotism that has stirred these thoughts. Honestly, my mind went a million different places, many of which I didn’t expect.Continue reading “Where Liberty Lived–And Still Lives for Good 7/6/2025”
So Ridiculously Much 6/29/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I saw my first truly lovely, colorful sunset yesterday—my first in ages. As I admired the pastel hues, I found myself wondering why it had been so long since I’d seen one. I’ve always been someone who eagerly seeks out a good sunset, yet, aside from yesterday, I can’t even rememberContinue reading “So Ridiculously Much 6/29/2025”
More Than Enough: The Measure of a Man 6/22/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I’m sitting here in the early morning hours, listening to the cicadas sing their unnecessarily loud song. They’ve thrown caution to the wind and are belting out, at full volume, the tones that herald oppressive humidity and afternoon thunderstorms. And as I listen, I’m struck by the fact that I’m notContinue reading “More Than Enough: The Measure of a Man 6/22/2025”
Wrapped Gladly Around His Finger 6/15/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I both am and have produced a Daddy’s girl.I should begin with a qualifier: my mother is my absolute best friend, so I suppose I’m also a Mama’s girl. Is it possible to be both? I think it is—especially considering my daughter may be in the same boat. But that’s anContinue reading “Wrapped Gladly Around His Finger 6/15/2025”
The More the Merrier 6/8/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt There have been balloons hanging in my house for almost a week now. There are cupcakes in my fridge that have been there nearly as long, and a large, themed “Happy Birthday” banner draped across my fireplace. It is framed by the aforementioned balloons. Why, you may be wondering, does myContinue reading “The More the Merrier 6/8/2025”
A Gem in the Middle of Nowhere 6/1/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt A friend of mine from work recently discovered my favorite locally owned grocery store. He’d heard about it for ages—not just from me, but from nearly everyone within a sizeable radius. Calling it a “supermarket” feels a bit exaggerated; perhaps “weemarket” fits better. Yes, I like that—*weemarket* it is. It mayContinue reading “A Gem in the Middle of Nowhere 6/1/2025”
Ghosts of Summers Past
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt My daughter has now finished her 3rd grade school year and summer is upon us. Even she commented on how quickly it seems to have gone by. It feels like we should be maybe mid-February or early March in the school year. Like we’ve been back since Christmas for a whileContinue reading “Ghosts of Summers Past”
The Weight of Dates and Dashes 5/18/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I have long had a fascination with cemeteries. I have actually written here about this before. I have talked about how this is an inherited trait since my parents share this interest. I think once you understand our reasoning for doing so it won’t come across as quite so macabre ofContinue reading “The Weight of Dates and Dashes 5/18/2025”
Different Hands Held Down Different Halls 5/11/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt They are tearing down my old school. If you’ve read here for a while you know that I live in an achingly rural community and the school that my daughter attends is the same one I attended. In fact, this community is so small, there was only one school for theContinue reading “Different Hands Held Down Different Halls 5/11/2025”
A Mystery 5/4/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt You would be surprised how difficult it is for me to not force upon you the same ideas over and over. If nothing else, writing has informed me of just how much I think about the things that have a deep impact on me. And every time I see or hearContinue reading “A Mystery 5/4/2025”
Everything Changes and Nothing Does 4/27/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I have heard it said more than once lately that the world is in trouble with this next generation coming up. No, it isn’t the most encouraging thing to hear. The thing is, I work on a major university campus, so I do get a very up close and personal samplingContinue reading “Everything Changes and Nothing Does 4/27/2025”
Prose and Possibilities 