About Jan C. Johnson
Welcome! If you like food, reading, laughing over life's little disasters, and maybe thinking about the bigger things of life, you have come to the right place. Besides blogging, I write humorous fiction, though real life tends to leave fictional humor in the shade. But I'm not a total goofball.
No, really. I've also written a most riveting memoir--not mine, which would be boring, but rather the life story of an obscure pastor in Liberia, West Africa. His hair-raising memories of the Liberian Civil War years make for some suspenseful reading! Discover more under the "My Books" tab.
I live in North Texas with my husband, Brent. We enjoy bicycling, Mexican food, and traveling to visit our kids and grandkids.
My birthday is this week, so I’m pampering myself a little… Instead of crafting a thoughtful post for today, here is an oldie-but-goodie that I wrote more than six years ago. Hint: I’m even older now than when I posted … Continue reading →
Posted in I Remember When... (my OWN stories)
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Tagged aging, birthday, Coke Zero, funny, Gatorade, hormones, hot flashes, humor, Janice C Johnson, menopause, middle age
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Lately, I find myself snapping endless pictures of our wide-open Texas sky. Here’s a recent one that I took very early one morning. . . Catching the sky before sunrise is getting easier as autumn goes on! But I digress. … Continue reading →
Posted in A Page From My Journal
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Tagged Christianity, clouds, creation, dawn, eyewitness account, Faith, Janice C Johnson, Morning Star, names of Jesus, nature, prophecy, sky, stargazing, Venus
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Meet an American mom who will do anything to save her daughter’s life; a US transplant surgeon working in Africa, whose patients are rejecting organs at an alarming rate; a young mom in Africa, whose albino child is both feared … Continue reading →
Posted in Great Weekend Reads!
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Tagged Africa, albino, fiction, heart transplant, Janice C Johnson, Lisa Harris, Lynne Gentry, medical, medical fiction, medical thriller, organ rejection, organ trafficking, organ transplant, superstition, suspense, thriller, trafficking
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This time, I can’t even blame the appliances. Just my choice, perhaps, of recipe… or utensil. Brent’s mom, Jeannine, had bravely invited all the Johnson clan to her house for a mini-reunion. “What can I bring?” I asked, innocently. “Your … Continue reading →
Back in 2012, I shared some comments from my Spam folder. Some were crafted to sound almost like they were from a real person. Others were hilariously obvious robot comments. I notice a pattern: they use flattery and offers of … Continue reading →
…. I’m no hockey expert. I leave that to my younger son, Greg. So you can’t make fun of me for my bewildered response to this item about Dallas Stars player John Klingberg. It appeared in the Dallas Morning News … Continue reading →
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Back in 2012, I shared some comments from my Spam folder. Some were crafted to sound almost like they were from a real person. Others were hilariously obvious robot comments. I notice a pattern: they use flattery and offers of … Continue reading →