by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
Jan Fallon is a recent graduate of the first Jerry Jenkins Inner Circle Mastermind Group, a 6-month, 10-member class, and the most comprehensive hands-on training Jerry Jenkins, a 21-time New York Times bestselling author, has ever offered! “Being...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
I look in the mirror and still see the face of a gawking 10 year-old who could challenge the children’s book heroine, Pippi Longstocking, as the homeliest girl in grade school. I even dressed like her for our class Halloween party that year, complete with oversized...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
There’s more to you than meets the eye. If I were to interview you today, we’d start out with basic questions and basic answers. Questions I’m comfortable asking and answers you’re comfortable giving. But it couldn’t stay that way, not for very long. As an author, I...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
“What do you want?” The thought stuck in my mind and it wouldn’t go away. There I was, packing my bag for a quick trip to visit my cousins, Janet and Judy, who lived in Arizona. A short hour flight from Denver and I’d be there. A girly getaway with shared McCann...
by Jan Fallon | Fiction & Poetry
Identity In my attempt to write letters as C.S. Lewis did in his collection of The Screwtape Letters, it was easier to imagine what I thought demons would say, than how I thought C.S. Lewis would write. My writings are just a brush stroke where Lewis wrote murals. But...
by Jan Fallon | Fiction & Poetry
Campsite Six – Transit Chapter 1 The city stood erect and imposing. Crowds walled within its maze moved in streams of color and shadow, with an urban pulse coursing through each running, rattling member. Evie was one of them. Rushing through her morning routine...
by Jan Fallon | Fiction & Poetry
The Catechism of Emily Pry Chapter 1 Fall, 1962, St. Mary’s Academy The photograph under the headline, “Infant Missing,” captured Millie’s curiosity—and she had more than most. Scanning the elaborate room in the picture, she recognized it. The one with the curved...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction, Published
When couples get married they are sometimes described as newlyweds wearing rose-colored glasses. They only expect the “better” part of being in a marriage relationship, leaving the “worse” part to others. The rosiness blurs the lines between what might bring conflict,...
by Jan Fallon | Fiction & Poetry
Pleasure In my attempt to write letters as C.S. Lewis did in his collection of The Screwtape Letters, it was easier to imagine what I thought demons would say, than how I thought C.S. Lewis would write. My writings are just a brush stroke where Lewis wrote murals. But...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
Ruth, the Moabitess, was Mahlon’s widow, Naomi’s daughter-in-law, the wife of Boaz, mother of Obed, grandmother of Jesse, and great-grandmother of David. Ruth was described in scripture in these many roles, each one a step of deep calling and clear purpose. The Book...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
There is a thread of alarm running through the Easter story. You can read it in the first verse of John Chapter 20. Mary stood outside the tomb, before the sun had lifted its head to turn the horizon red, and saw that the stone—a stone too heavy for anyone to move—had...
by Jan Fallon | Fiction & Poetry
His Place PreparedHe swung the door wide openTo show me a place real fineCould you make a few changes, I askedThat is, if you don’t mindPlace a wingback chair, right over thereIn the corner by the stairsThat’s where she’d read her Bibleand say her morning...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction, Published
When I was first married, I strived for sterility. I wanted a clean house with washed laundry—and as much ordered chaos as possible in a family busy with three boys. This sterility seeped into my sexual relationship with my husband. My motto was, “We can make love—if...
by Jan Fallon | Fiction & Poetry
Simple stood on the stoop of his shop, wrist resting on the handle of a broom he often used, chin propped on top, watching people walk to or from wherever they were going or had gone. He welcomed the few nods and a seldom, “Simple,” given by those who knew him enough...
by Jan Fallon | Fiction & Poetry
Campsite Six – Black Bear Chapter 12 Dark, dusty clouds puffed up behind the crackling, curving tires as the park ranger drove slowly along the gravel road. It was 6:00 p.m., dusk, and he had to get his rounds in before sunset, then back to the station and...
by Jan Fallon | Fiction & Poetry
One to LightBlack as blue can beA dark cacophonyWhose very essence screamsits intent and hasteningA shrewd malevolence needsa place of mediocrityAnd found a spot in core and heartto rest its head and do its partAnd as its indentation layimpressing spirits not to...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
You might think this a simple, quick task. Buy, read, review—done! However, many readers stop after they’ve read, leaving the author waiting for their coveted book review for this one fact: reviews can be hard to write—and most readers aren’t writers. Here are a few...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
I am very happy you’ve joined me to read this post. But, I’m not always content, especially during the Christmas season. This is why I love God’s Words of Wisdom in Ecclesiastes. Ecclesiastes 8:1 (TLB) How wonderful to be wise, to understand things, to be...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
“You look beautiful when you cry,” my mother said looking into my glistening brown eyes. I was no stranger to tears. I had experiences as a young girl that made crying come easy. Whenever I was hurt, afraid, even embarrassed, my face would contort against my will,...
by Jan Fallon | Non-fiction
Every time I see a crumpled or folded up piece of tissue I think of Mom. She tucked them into at least one pocket of every article of clothing she wore and in the cushions of the furniture she sat in. They irritated me! Wet and shredded in the washing machine,...
