Tag Archives: Janice C Johnson

Remembering Mom

Posted on May 15, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

My mom loved wearing necklaces. Several years ago, I realized she’d almost stopped wearing any. She couldn’t work the catches anymore. She had a few long necklaces that she could put on over her head–and double them if she wanted. … Continue reading →

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A “Cutting-Edge” Mystery

Posted on May 12, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Last week, Brent pulled this broken juice glass from the cabinet. Neither of us remembered putting a broken glass into the cabinet, which gave rise to questions like, How did it break? When did it break? I recalled, early in … Continue reading →

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Cinco de Mayo in Three Time Zones

Posted on May 10, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Last week — May 5, to be exact — I flew to the Seattle area for some weekend Grandma time. Here are a few notable things I remember from my trip.   The dyslexic vending machine at the airport: I inserted … Continue reading →

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iPod No-no

Posted on May 5, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

My new car betrayed me. My previous crossover, “Reveille,” had a hard drive where I could store music from my CDs. So when the time came to replace Reveille, I got the new version of the Very Same Car. Oh … Continue reading →

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Geriatric Puppy Training

Posted on May 3, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Hello, friends! It’s good to be back at my blog after a month in Fiction Jail. I think my Cell mate main character needed a break from me, just like I was starting to need a break from her. Just … Continue reading →

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Fiction Jail: Update

Posted on April 26, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Well, I’m almost out of “Fiction Jail” (or more precisely, “Camp NaNoWriMo”) and here is the promised update on my project. Have I achieved my goal of drafting all the remaining pivotal scenes? No. Have I written more than I could … Continue reading →

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