Tag Archives: Janice C Johnson

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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Road Trip!

Posted on September 11, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

I already told you about experiencing the total solar eclipse, but that took place over just a tiny fraction of our “bucket-list” trip to Missouri. There were more adventures… On the drive up… I let Brent in on my personal … Continue reading →

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We Have Lost the Coffee, by Paul Mathews

Posted on September 8, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Y’all, it’s almost getting to be annoying. In this third* book of his Kindle series, Paul Mathews puts his characters in the most hilarious, outrageous, unbelievable peril, and still makes me worry about them. Not to mention that whenever I … Continue reading →

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Bittersweet

Posted on September 6, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

For the past couple of weeks, while being distracted by Hurricane Harvey — all our Houston & Gulf Coast relatives are fine, thank the Lord, and with hardly any property damage — I also had our little dog‘s sudden decline … Continue reading →

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Know Yer Terms!

Posted on September 4, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Y’all, I’m such a doofus… I’m taking an online novel writing course offered by Jerry B. Jenkins. The video lessons are benefiting me, and so is the online community of fellow students. We can toss a question out there, or … Continue reading →

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Mom’s Bowl

Posted on August 30, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Looking for something to toss a salad in, I pulled the middle Corningware mixing bowl from a set in the cabinet. The set belonged to my mother. Later, I washed the bowl and turned it up in the dish rack. … Continue reading →

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