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”
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The Search for Reprieve 6/23/2024
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt It is that time of year. Families are taking their unschooled children on trips to revel in all that is not the typical life. So many are seizing the opportunity for a getaway. Social media filled with photographic evidence of everyone’s good time on vacation made me start thinking about theContinue reading “The Search for Reprieve 6/23/2024”
Above and Beyond 9/17/2023
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I had an existential moment recently. It started, as many of my random trains of thought do, on a ride taking my daughter to school in the morning. I think it is because of the timing. Something about dawn and dusk really tend to speak to me. I don’t know ifContinue reading “Above and Beyond 9/17/2023”
The Natural Perspective 9/12/2021
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt My cat is a tad on the ruthless side. I suppose it is innate to most of his species. I guess he really can’t help but fight the urge to unleash the fury that is the miniature leopard within him. He does it in some more innocuous and endearing forms. HeContinue reading “The Natural Perspective 9/12/2021”
Fingerprints and Fawn Spots 10/4/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I am using the somewhat antiquated method of paper and ink to start writing this. I have always embraced old things and am unabashedly a lover of all things historic but I admit putting pen to page feels terribly inconvenient and absurdly taxing. I know this is a ridiculous overreaction onContinue reading “Fingerprints and Fawn Spots 10/4/2020”
All They Were Created to Be 9/20/2020
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Sometimes, in the middle of the night, a heaviness comes upon me. It is dark and very nearly impossible to see but its presence is apparent and unmistakable. I can try to pretend that it is not there but I succeed about as well as one who attempts to pretend theContinue reading “All They Were Created to Be 9/20/2020”
Prose and Possibilities 