Tag Archives: Janice C Johnson

Tolkien and the Fellowship of the .38 Special

It’s been almost seven years since my dad died, and occasionally I still find a loose end that needs tying up. Case in point: his cheap old revolver that’s been hidden away on a shelf in our closet since we … Continue reading

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What I Did on my Summer Vacation: 2017 Edition

Okay, call me a slacker. I missed posting on Monday. In my defense, we’d been in Washington State visiting our son and his beautiful family. Eric and Heather needed an overnight getaway, and Brent and I needed the Grandpa/Grandma fix. … Continue reading

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What Matters Most, by Kellie Coates Gilbert

I just finished reading Kellie Coates Gilbert’s What Matters Most. It’s a novel in her “Texas Gold” collection and I couldn’t wait to tell you about it. This Great Weekend Read features Leta Breckenridge, a smart, capable young woman living … Continue reading

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Bing! It’s Cherry Season

    The cherries are back, and so is this post from 2011. Oddly, nearly six years later, the post still gets hits. Probably from people who think I’m serious… poor, misguided creatures…     The following post originally appeared … Continue reading

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Considering Bluebonnets

Sometimes I wonder whether my writing benefits anyone. My audience is loyal and fun, but small. Should I be doing something different, something to be seen by lots more people? Well, while out bicycling several weeks back, I learned a … Continue reading

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Breathtaking Customer Service

Last week I published a post about the goofy setbacks to my efforts at celebrating Brent’s birthday. In passing, I mentioned that the first peach from my Harry & David’s order tasted a little flat. (Unlike all the wonderful pears … Continue reading

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