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.

Child’s Play

Note to Dayle’s Simple Pleasures friends: I am a freelance writer for a group of local-interest magazines. I thought this post from the other day would give you a picture of the simple pleasure I get from my work. It … Continue reading

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Thankful

Some years ago in my reading, I ran across an intriguing thought. What if everything that you forgot to be thankful for today were to be taken away tomorrow? Okay, I frequently remember to thank God for the obvious things … Continue reading

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Stunt Driving

“We’re not gonna make it!” My white-knuckled fingers gripped the passenger door handle of the little budget car we had rented. The car with no shocks; the one that, at this instant, was in the most dire possible need of … Continue reading

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The Prayer Jesus Didn’t Pray

“Hosanna!” It reminds me of “Huzzah” — a sort of King Arthur-ish way of expressing joy, victory, applause. In other words, “Yay!” Or, in Aggieland parlance, “Whooop!” (Extra “o” is intentional.) When Jesus rode into Jerusalem, the crowds shouted “Hosanna!” … Continue reading

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Riding With Marshall

I remember the first time I met Marshall Allen. It must have been about 1999 or 2000. I was out on my bike, just about five miles from home in the next little town, when a tall, athletic-looking cyclist crossed … Continue reading

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Commissioned

Wow, it just dawned on me that I never even told you about my son’s commissioning into the US Army! In my defense, it did happen 10 weeks before I even started my blog, but still. It was kind of … Continue reading

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