L comes before S in the alphabet. Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, Logan comes before Shannon.
Parking lots are my husband’s kryptonite. Within those faded lines painted on pavement lie a puzzle he feels incapable of solving. He’s never trying to find the closest spot, being close to the building doesn’t matter to him. My father always liked to park near a light pole if possible, thinking it would narrow down … Continue reading May We Both, One Day, Rest In Peace
Baking is not my forte. I prefer making things like soup and stew, dishes that allow for a loose interpretation of measuring and benefit from dashing in this and that to change the flavor. I've never been drawn to the rigidness of baking, the math of it makes me nervous, and my results are never … Continue reading Bread is Magic
On January 1st, my phone had a little meltdown. While Derek and I were working on our new hobby, the New York Times Crossword puzzle, it proceeded to restart itself 15 times. I managed to turn it off, but that was just the beginning of its fit. I'm pretty good at troubleshooting most things, and … Continue reading Reboot Loop
I keep trying to write about how it’s weird I was able to volunteer for major abdominal surgery when I wasn’t sick, and have a fairly intense fear of needles and hospitals, but it winds up sounding like I’m fishing for compliments. Like when a person interviewing for a job asks: “What’s your biggest weakness?” … Continue reading People Pleaser
Logan M. Shannon 