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Category Archives: I Remember When… (my OWN stories)
Memories and vignettes, true stories old or recent.
Lies and Cow Pies
I have no idea whose cows they were, or why I was wandering around with them in their enclosure — wearing a dress, mind you. I was only five, we were visiting my grandmother, the grownups wanted to go see … Continue reading →
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Tagged belief, cows, Faith, firm foundation, humor, Jan C Johnson, mistake, rock, solid rock
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Unfinished Business
This is not exactly a back-to-school piece, but then, learning knows no season. I hope the post will encourage someone! In the fall of 2005 our older son Eric graduated from high school and went to Texas A&M, where I … Continue reading →
Necessary Souvenirs
Hi. My name is Jan, and I forget things when I pack for trips. Last week Brent and I were in the Turks and Caicos Islands celebrating our anniversary. I had been setting aside Beach Vacation clothes for weeks. I … Continue reading →
Nest Status: 95% Empty
I started writing this in 2009 before our younger son’s freshman year in college. He is now a sophomore at UNT and I am more proud of him than ever. Bridges, bridges, bridges. I lost count between Baytown and the … Continue reading →
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Crossing the River.2 – Another Perspective
(These “Crossing the River” essays were an assignment in the Advanced Creative Writing course that I took in 2008.) “Look, here’s the Red River,” said Mom. “See the sign? ‘Welcome to Texas.’” The intermittent, muffled sobs from the back seat … Continue reading →
Crossing the River.1 (MY version)
(These “Crossing the River” essays were an assignment in the Advanced Creative Writing course that I took in 2008.) “Look, here’s the Red River,” said Mom. “See the sign? ‘Welcome to Texas.’” I burst into fresh sobs from my corner … Continue reading →