The Gleam of Distant Things 4/19/2026

By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I like to think of myself as someone who pays attention. When an idea keeps appearing—uninvited, repeated—I take it as a message worth noticing. This time, it was a word. At first, it passed by without much thought. I heard it once, then again. By the third time, I paused. AndContinue reading “The Gleam of Distant Things 4/19/2026”

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”