Pretending: How I Cope in Costa Rica

When I was little I remember pretending to have pets all over the place. I had bunnies in the bathroom and horses in the house. I thought I wanted a bunny and a horse more than anyone in the world. I would read books about them and pretend they were real. I daydreamed at home… Continue reading Pretending: How I Cope in Costa Rica

Beaten Like 7% Ketchup

Old ladies can really stomp, and I don't mean the cool African American form of dancing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHtgUjOBUXI Thanks YouTube I mean good old fashioned foot slamming stomping. How do I know this you may wonder? Well. Let me tell you a story. It's our first real day in Costa Rica.* We flew in yesterday but… Continue reading Beaten Like 7% Ketchup

The Harrowing Adventures of Santa Cruz Pt. 2

The first swoop of the ride threw my stomach against my spine and my head lolled against the seat restraints. I tried valiantly to withhold what I knew was coming. It didn't work. After Typhoon gained some momentum, it swung us into the air upside down. My body clenched, and my legs slammed against the… Continue reading The Harrowing Adventures of Santa Cruz Pt. 2

The Harrowing Adventures of Santa Cruz Pt. 1

I'll never be able to ride a roller coaster again. This summer I flew to Santa Cruz to go camping with a good friend and her family. They kindly invited my sorry self along for what turned out to be a very memorable week. On the third day of the trip we went to the Santa Cruz… Continue reading The Harrowing Adventures of Santa Cruz Pt. 1

Miss Beautiful Me

Miss Beautiful Me by Samantha Lucille Johnson August 2017 A painting can boast of her beautiful self as she sits for display on her well-dusted shelf. She calls to the world, "Come look now, come see!" And they come from afar for "Miss Beautiful Me." Yet, with all of her fame and all of her… Continue reading Miss Beautiful Me

Against The Wind

The following message is a talk I delivered to a Tri-Stake fireside in my hometown of Blackfoot, Idaho. I was so grateful for the opportunity to speak to all those wonderful youth and leaders and hope you will find peace in these words like I did. A long time ago there lived a man named… Continue reading Against The Wind

To The Chariot Guy

Dear chariot guy, I've seen a lot of people. Today I saw someone new. ┬áHe looked like a college basketball player. He had a hat on backwards with an afro poking out the back. He pushed his wheelchair while the attendant behind him pushed another. It looked like a silver chariot. He grabbed his bag… Continue reading To The Chariot Guy