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.
With the previous generations of my family just about gone, I now seem to have custody of all their artifacts. You know, quilts and crocheted afghans, antique photos, some art deco costume jewelry, and enough dishes to serve an Academy … Continue reading →
Posted in Everybody Has a Story
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Tagged ancestor, ancestors, connection, family, family history, grandparents, humor, Janice C Johnson, mementos, nostalgia, sentiment
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I’ve started out the past few years by choosing a “Word For the Year.” It can’t be just any word, like “petunia” or “supervise.” No, I want a character quality, something to strive toward. Sort of a one-word goal or … Continue reading →
Posted in A Page From My Journal
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Tagged belief, believe, Christianity, deceit, deceive, Faith, Janice C Johnson, Jesus, media, news, propaganda, truth
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My family is white, and during my early childhood, we lived in small towns in Illinois and Missouri where nearly everyone around us was also white. I knew black people existed, although I had never met a “Negro,” as they … Continue reading →
Posted in I Remember When... (my OWN stories), Near As I Can Figure...
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Tagged barrier, bigot, black history, child, children, friendship, I Have a Dream, Janice C Johnson, kindness, Martin Luther King, MLK, MLK speech, racial barrier, racism, segregated school, segregation, The Shorthorn, UT Arlington
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Last Monday I told Brent, “I’ve got my Aquatics class at the gym tomorrow morning. Then I’m going to spend the rest of the day writing.” “Okay, but also call the dentist about that swelling,” he advised. I rubbed my … Continue reading →
Posted in I Remember When... (my OWN stories), Maladjusted Mondays
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Tagged antibiotics, batteries, battery backup, carbon monoxide, dentist, funny, humor, Janice C Johnson, mystery, office, office hours, productivity, root canal, smoke alarm, wiring, writing, zombie
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Hey, I may be old-ish, but I’m at least in the 21st century… I use email, Facebook and a Kindle e-reader. A smartphone helps me a lot with everyday life, even if it often annoys me by being smarter than … Continue reading →
Posted in I Remember When... (my OWN stories)
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Tagged bargain, barstool, counter, decorating, furniture, home furnishings, humor, Janice C Johnson, kitchen, moving, new house, office furniture, online, online shopping, price, price shop, reviews, shopping
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I’d heard of kale for years. Despite its forbidding appearance, it was supposed to be super nutritious. In fact, some people sort of act like it’s The Only Healthy Food In The World. But try it for myself? Naaaah, you … Continue reading →
Posted in I Remember When... (my OWN stories)
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Tagged airport, airport food, bran muffin, chicken, diet, health, health craze, health fad, health food, humor, Janice C Johnson, Jim Gaffigan, kale, nutrition, nutrition craze, peer pressure, salad, tofutti, travel
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