Jan Jones

I've never known a time when it wasn't there. A refreshing drink in the dry heat of the wilderness, A warm hug in a mug that reminds me that there is comfort, Even on the cold, dark days of winter. The shower that refreshes and renews, Washing away the dust and dirt of the day, cleansing and cleaning. The flush of the waste that has nothing more to give, The guilt, shame, and toxins removed as far as East is to West. The bath that restores, relieves the aches and pains of the day. The...

Our house feels like living inside a musical. Not necessarily in the song quality, but definitely in quantity. It’s hard to say "Hello," "You're welcome," or "We're halfway there" without someone breaking into song. And it’s not just music. Our days are packed with lines from films, adverts, and TV shows. “Coffee, coffee, boy, do I need coffee!” “Bacon is good for me!” I’m not sure it’s entirely normal (which is why I try to restrain myself in public), but it’s definitely normal in our...

Take your position. Courtesy of Jan Jones Await on your perch. There's more of my Kingdom To be seen on the earth. Stop hiding your...