Category Archives: A Page From My Journal

A World of Contrasts

Posted on September 25, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

While visiting Washington last week, we took a little time out for a late-afternoon hike to Puget Sound. Cloudy skies promised an early dusk, so we didn’t dawdle. Halfway down the trail, I felt overcome by the riot of light, … Continue reading →

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Sunset

Posted on September 13, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

I’m heading straight into my sixties. Certain people (notably, people who call me “Mom”) will likely make “over the hill” jokes. Don’t worry about me, though. I don’t see the problem with growing older. After all, everything is more beautiful … Continue reading →

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Eclipsed by My Own Words

Posted on August 21, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Today I’m in my mother’s hometown, which happens to be right in the path of total solar eclipse. I feel like the luckiest person in the world to be here, but I’m definitely playing hooky from writing. I’ll give you … Continue reading →

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The Other Six

Posted on August 14, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Have you ever read a familiar paragraph that you’ve read a million times, only to discover there was one little part that you’d never really thought about? I’ve got an example in mind. (C’mon, you knew I would!) Consider the … Continue reading →

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Favorite Quotes

Posted on August 2, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Last week, I told you about my journal, and promised to share some of my favorite quotes. So today I’ll open its pages and let greater minds than my own do the talking. Why didn’t I think of this long … Continue reading →

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The Journal

Posted on July 26, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Several years ago my brother-in-law gave me this absolutely perfect journal. I fell in love with it immediately: the leather wraparound binding, the thick, lined paper, the loop for my favorite pen. The whole first day I had the journal, … Continue reading →

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