Category Archives: Near As I Can Figure…

Are We Drowning in Information?

Posted on August 30, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

Today I’m linking up with my friends at Soli Deo Gloria. Hope I don’t give anyone a headache! On August 21 The Dallas Morning News published “The Elusive Big Idea,” a long essay by Neal Gabler of USC, which I … Continue reading →

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What I Did on my Summer Vacation, Part 1: The Flounder

Posted on August 10, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

It must have been the second day of snorkeling, since I was having no problems. In any aquatic vacation, my first day of snorkeling always involves a requisite amount of loose mask trouble, failure to engage mouthpiece properly, turning my … Continue reading →

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Back in the Saddle

Posted on July 11, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

Confession time… I’ve been something of a slacker for the last four months. At least, I gave myself a “leave of absence” from my magazine work, starting the last week or so of my sister’s life. After notifying my coordinator … Continue reading →

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Gone in a Flash

Posted on July 6, 2011 by Jan C. Johnson

What determines the end of youth? Is it having kids? No, lots of parents still look and feel quite young. Maybe it’s when those same kids start saying you are old? Pffft, mine would do that if I were still … 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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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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