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”
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Marked on the Calendar 6/18/2023
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I remember when I was little my Daddy and I would go out on what we called dates. I don’t remember all the details exactly, but I do very clearly remember most of those dates involved us getting ice cream cones. It could have even been before there was an optionContinue reading “Marked on the Calendar 6/18/2023”
Magic Spells and Sawdust 6/20/2021
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Hopefully, you’ll indulge me today on a bit of a stroll. In keeping with the holiday at hand I want to wander around the corners of my mind and scrape from my often unimpressive memory some of the best images that I can muster of what comes to mind when IContinue reading “Magic Spells and Sawdust 6/20/2021”
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”
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