Author Archives: Janice C. Johnson

Navigate THIS!

About that trip to Missouri last week… My brother, David, and I drove to the town of Nevada from different directions. Next day, we agreed to each find our way north to Warsaw and meet at the Common Ground Cafe … Continue reading

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Another Day, Another Diner

Last week, my brother and I met in Missouri to visit family and have our mother’s ashes interred alongside her parents’ graves. At least five generations of Mom’s people are buried there in her home town. Despite our somber errand, … Continue reading

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Skies

Some spring mornings dawn bright and clear, others start out overcast, even forbidding. And sometimes we get cloud sculptures… It’s as if God were stirring His finger around in the clouds to make a whirlpool. Have a sunny day! Thanks … Continue reading

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Wild Things!

When I’m out bicycling, most of the animals I see are either a) fenced dogs, b) roadkill, c) fast-moving birds or squirrels just trying to get out of my way, or d) un-fenced dogs, which may or may not endanger … Continue reading

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Remembering Mom

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

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

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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