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Lies and Cow Pies: Revisited

Posted on October 10, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

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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…

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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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Pint-Size Adventure

Posted on July 12, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

I know I show you a lot of photos of my grandchildren, but this one is about more than Grandson Extraordinaire. It’s about adventure… I took this pitcure during our trip to visit our son and family in the Pacific … Continue reading →

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Entitled Much?

Posted on June 21, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Not long ago, I re-read Jesus’ parable of “The Prodigal Son” in Luke’s gospel. As often happens with the Bible, something jumped out at me that I’d never noticed before… It was after the Prodigal Son’s (PS’s) Big Brother (BB) … Continue reading →

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To Be Free

Posted on May 31, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

I can’t help it… Words mean things, and I like to know just what each one means, and to use the right one to say what I intend to say. Take the familiar quote, “The truth will set you free, … Continue reading →

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