Category Archives: A Page From My Journal

What Hatched in the Eagle’s Nest

Posted on June 21, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

I sprawled on the grass under a tree, defacing a legal pad with scribbles and arguing with myself about the character I had created that morning. “I know — her bully of an ex-husband can have her framed for something… … Continue reading →

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Deployment

Posted on June 16, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

I hear myself say it a lot: “I’m going…” I’m going to the store. I’m going to lunch. I’m going to the beach. Usually there’s some reason for me to go where I’m going, but often it’s an everyday errand … Continue reading →

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Anticipation

Posted on June 2, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

Next weekend I will be flying to Colorado Springs for the 2011 Christian Writers’ Workshop. It will take place at the spectacularly beautiful Glen Eyrie Conference Center. Before I even pack, which I have been tempted every day for the … Continue reading →

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Tree-Climbing Days

Posted on May 23, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

My earliest tree-climbing memories date back to my preschool years in Missouri. Our back yard boasted several stout, smallish trees, their lower limbs invitingly close to the ground. These were the “bunny slopes” of the tree-climbing world. I remember delighting … Continue reading →

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Do I Hafta?

Posted on March 20, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

This post originally appeared at my friend Ashley Pichea’s blog on January 17. Here is the Link. I hope you will go by and visit Ashley, one smart and creative mom! And today, I am linking up with Jen and … Continue reading →

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Truest Life

Posted on March 15, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

Truest Life By Janice C. Johnson For Martha… Just last week, a lost crayon might have caused you untold consternation. But now such troubles seem insignificant because bigger things occupy your mind. The real, grownup world waits just behind a … Continue reading →

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