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Kimberly Willis Holt

Although I sometimes enjoy writing from an adult’s perspective, I feel dedicated to the coming of age story – that part of a young person’s life where he must make a decision that will change his life forever. I still remember what it’s like to be twelve years old.

Life, Change, Writing

Kimberly Willis Holt

Zachary smiles, and I wonder if he’s felling different. Because standing out here waist deep in Gossimer Lake, next to my best friend, I’m feeling different-light and good and maybe even holy.

coming-of-age, deathr, friendship, spirituality, vietnam-wa

Kimberly Willis Holt

It seems like our town has closed down these days leading up to the funeral. Old people still sit on their porches and talk, but their conversations aren’t sprinkled with laughter anymore. Since the new, little kids haven’t played outside, as if their moms are afraid someone might snatch them out of their yards and send them off to war.

coming-of-age, death, friendship, vietnam-war

Kimberly Willis Holt

The Mozart sonata Dad picked out begins to play. When we hear the first note, we open the sacks and the ladybugs escape through the opening, taking flight. It’s as if someone has dumped rubies from heaven. Soon they will land on the plants in search of bollworm eggs. But right now they are magic-red ribbons flying over our heads, weaving against the pink sky, dancing up there with Mozart.

coming-of-age, death, friendship, spirituality, vietnam-war

Kimberly Willis Holt

…I decided I’d changed my mind about home. Home was not Pensacola San Diego Guam or any of the other places we might have lived. In fact home wasn’t any particular place at all. Home was my family. Even if they didn’t get my jokes sometimes.

family, home, military-family

Kimberly Willis Holt

And in this moment, I realize one reason it’s so great to have a best friend is sometimes, like right now, Cal and I are thinking the very same thing.

coming-of-age, death, friendship, vietnam-war

Kimberly Willis Holt

…I decided I’d changed my mind about home. Home was not Pensacola San Diego Guam or any of the other places we might have lived. In fact home wasn’t any particular place at all. Home was my family. Even if they didn’t get my jokes sometimes.

family, home, military-family

Kimberly Willis Holt

It seems like our town has closed down these days leading up to the funeral. Old people still sit on their porches and talk, but their conversations aren’t sprinkled with laughter anymore. Since the new, little kids haven’t played outside, as if their moms are afraid someone might snatch them out of their yards and send them off to war.

coming-of-age, death, friendship, vietnam-war

Kimberly Willis Holt

The Mozart sonata Dad picked out begins to play. When we hear the first note, we open the sacks and the ladybugs escape through the opening, taking flight. It’s as if someone has dumped rubies from heaven. Soon they will land on the plants in search of bollworm eggs. But right now they are magic-red ribbons flying over our heads, weaving against the pink sky, dancing up there with Mozart.

coming-of-age, death, friendship, spirituality, vietnam-war

Kimberly Willis Holt

And in this moment, I realize one reason it’s so great to have a best friend is sometimes, like right now, Cal and I are thinking the very same thing.

coming-of-age, death, friendship, vietnam-war