Author Archives: Jan C. Johnson

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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.

From My Bookshelf

Here is a book review that I have just posted on my “…And Writers Read” page. Eggerichs, Emerson. Love & Respect (Marriage & Family) Thomas Nelson, Nashville, 2004. How can two loving, well-intentioned spouses fall into cycle after cycle of … Continue reading

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Road Trip

I wrote this poem in September 2007 for my Intro Creative Writing course. Road Trip by Janice C. Johnson Pinewoods rise and fall away behind us, giving ground to prairie. The brown grass reminds us it’s still winter. Two sisters … Continue reading

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Dances With Washers

I think my washing machine has been taking Zumba classes when I’m not looking. And just when I was starting to show my uppity microwave who’s boss, too. It’s all very discouraging. When are my appliances going to start just … Continue reading

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The Joys of Guilt-Free Spending

Welcome to “Selective Frugality, Part 3” — I wanted to follow up my earlier posts with a few ideas on prioritizing your spending. Part 1, February 11: One Cent Cheaper Part 2, March 24: Linked to my friend Joey’s “Miss … Continue reading

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Quads and Dogwoods

Last time, I told you about the friends Brent and I visited after doing a bike ride in my home town. But now I’ve got to brag about the ride itself, in hopes that all my cyclist friends will come … Continue reading

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Not Just Blowin’ Smoke

Good old Palestine—not the Middle-East version, but my East Texas home town, pronounced “Palesteen.” For several months I had been catching up online with some of my sister’s high school friends, whose older siblings happened to be my friends. As … Continue reading

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