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.
Well, I did it! Following Rachel Anne’s “1-2-3” suggestion — and reporting back — as promised, I actually got our front-door wreath refurbished and hung up. I won’t give you the blow-by-blow, but I do have photographic proof… Here is … Continue reading →
Here we go again. In the rush and busyness of life, it has been a cool month since I published a blog post. What will it take for me to slow down and share a few thoughts with my readers? … Continue reading →
I’m linking up with my Soli Deo Gloria sisters and Rachel Ann’s Company Girls this week. You’re invited to hop over and visit more of us. Within the last week Mr. Wonderful (Brent) and I spent two evenings out. The … Continue reading →
I made a new friend last week. I’d like for you to meet him, too. This (the young’un) is Josef Kainrad, a member of our son Greg’s church homegroup. The two of them came to our house for a visit … Continue reading →
I was sure I had thought of everything. Packing for a weekend retreat, in October, in Austin, Texas, in a downtown hotel but with outdoor activities, is an adventure in uncertainty. Rain or sun? Cool weather, scorching hot, or both? … Continue reading →
I sat at the table, pen in hand, my mind as blank as the strip of yellow paper in front of me. A minute or more ticked by and a faint panic crept in around the edges of my “A-student, … Continue reading →
