By: Jennifer Richardson Holt It is always strange to me the things you remember about those people who, in the past played–or still today play–a really big role in your life. Of course, we remember the big things. There is that wonderful gift they gave you for a birthday or holiday or that really importantContinue reading “The Things That Stay 6/21/2026”
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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”
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”
Prose and Possibilities 