
RESUMÈ
Donna Kay Holland



I grew up in Fayetteville, N.C. There I learned that I had an innate passion for word/sentence construction. As a child, I began to construct my thoughts onto paper. Drawing a picture of my life's events with words, attempting to illustrate the complexity of my emotions.
Music has always been big part of who I am. I remember my first radio/record player, that my grandpa bought it for me. It took 6 D batteries, and man was I cool strutting my act throughout the military housing in 1972! I upgraded to a AM/FM, turntable, track cassette player in 1975. It was not portable but I fell asleep every night with my headphones on while staring at those magnificent blue lights illuminating from its face. There is are no words to express my passion with music. Anyone, or better, everyone that knows me will say, "that girl loves music". So you ask "Why don't I play?", My response is "God gave me such little talent in that department (I can play the hell out of a radio though), however; He spared nothing when it comes to my gift of gab But, back to the music, music is the third on my love list behind God and my family. My experience with music is that it represents memories (a soundtrack). Music is a moving photograph, that is, music is what feelings sound like. Each instrument sings to me on a emotional chord. Take a listen to just a few of my favorites. Please click on my "MY INSPIRATIONS" http://?temp-new-window-replacement=true I have so many favorites that these hardly appear representative of the many genres that I enjoy.


What is it Lord that makes me think the way that I do? What is it that
makes me ponder? How is that I am able to come to a decision - or - to make
no decision at all. Why have I chosen to write? Who is it in my past
that I inherit my thinking ways? Why don't I inherit those that I
need - that so many have tried to teach to me? How is it that I am the way I
am, and not the way that you want me to be? Am I stronger? Who am
I, what am I for and most of all- why must be people leave?
What is it
within me that that enables me to love or not - to be loved or not? Why is
it that I feel the way I do? And why do I feel at all (when eventually -,
it will all be taken away). Do I think before I feel- or- feel before I think?
What am I doing here Lord whenever we all must eventually leave and
then again why must everyone eventually leave?