Category Archives: I Remember When… (my OWN stories)

Memories and vignettes, true stories old or recent.

Party Animals… and Vegetables

I’m starting to realize the grim truth: I’m outnumbered and surrounded–by my appliances. Last week, the toaster oven and the gas stove rebelled… on the very same night. In support of our quest to eat more super-healthy foods, I picked … Continue reading

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Accuracy is Everything

We’ve had unseasonably warm weather in North Texas this fall. No one should be surprised at this, because our weather is always “unseasonably” something. When it isn’t unseasonably hot, it’s unseasonably cool. Rainfall? Either unseasonably wet or unseasonably dry. We … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday to Me

My birthday is this week, so I’m pampering myself a little… Instead of crafting a thoughtful post for today, here is an oldie-but-goodie that I wrote more than six years ago. Hint: I’m even older now than when I posted … Continue reading

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I’ve Been Pounded!

This time, I can’t even blame the appliances. Just my choice, perhaps, of recipe… or utensil. Brent’s mom, Jeannine, had bravely invited all the Johnson clan to her house for a mini-reunion. “What can I bring?” I asked, innocently. “Your … Continue reading

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Fake-Out Years, Part 2: God’s Sovereignty

Last time I told you how some well-meaning people in my church thought I’d accepted Christ as my savior. The pastor baptized me, not realizing I was clueless about my need for salvation. After the worst five years of my … Continue reading

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The Fake-Out Years, Part 1

I never intended to lie. 1. I know better, which may be the force behind… 2: I’m terrible at it. Always have been. So one Sunday morning during my fourth-grade year, I sat in church doodling on my bulletin instead … Continue reading

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Lies and Cow Pies: Revisited

Originally posted on Joywriting: Everybody Has a Story:
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…

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