Category Archives: I Remember When… (my OWN stories)

Memories and vignettes, true stories old or recent.

Beyond Survival

Posted on June 6, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

“Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it.” I had said this to my mom so many times it had become a reflex. My normal response, almost my theme song. Mom was overwhelmed by Dad’s death and not completely oriented to … Continue reading →

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Memory, Schmemory

Posted on May 26, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

My plan was working. I had fixed a nice dinner, served it to Brent with a flourish, and then turned my sweetest smile on him. “Honey, would you mind taking me to the library?” I had been in the hospital … 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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Quads and Dogwoods

Posted on April 12, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

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

Posted on April 8, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

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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Why I am Such a Slow Writer

Posted on April 4, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

I try not to envy people who can write quickly, creative juices flowing as they spend hours “in the zone.” But it’s tough; after conducting an interview I can spend two days just kicking little rocks and trying to decide … Continue reading →

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