L comes before S in the alphabet. Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, Logan comes before Shannon.
This is part of a series of quick, mostly unedited, short stories I am planning to do this year. The idea is, I go to a museum, pick a painting or a sculpture or a something, and then quickly write a story while standing or sitting in front of it. Like gesture drawings, but for … Continue reading The Awkwardness of the Snail
This is part of a series of quick, mostly unedited, short stories I am planning to do this year. The idea is, I go to a museum, pick a painting or a sculpture or a something, and then quickly write a story while standing or sitting in front of it. Like gesture drawings, but for … Continue reading Alternate Timeline Version of The Judgement of Solomon
I don't remember my first panic attack. I do remember one in particular, the one I think of when I tell people: "Sometimes I have panic attacks." I was maybe 16 or 15, I lived with a family that wasn't my own. After my parents moved me and them to Florida, I promised to give … Continue reading Predictor
This is part of a series of quick, mostly unedited, short stories I am planning to do this year. The idea is, I go to a museum, pick a painting or a sculpture or a something, and then quickly write a story while standing or sitting in front of it. Like gesture drawings, but for … Continue reading Joan Mitchell Almost Became a Realist and Thank Goodness She Didn’t
This is the first in a series of quick, mostly unedited, short stories I am planning to do this year. The idea is, I go to a museum, pick a painting or a sculpture or a something, and then quickly write a story while standing or sitting in front of it. Like gesture drawings, but … Continue reading If Charles V Had Posed for Montorsoli
Yesterday, while researching for an essay I'm trying to write, (It. Is. A. Mess. Apologies to Nicole who I've tasked with reading it.) I realized it was the five year anniversary of the day I learned I was cleared to be Derek's liver donor. I am fully aware this is the five year anniversary of … Continue reading The Anxiety Anniversary
Over the weekend we went to Providence for a friend's birthday party. We hadn't seen these friends in a while, because apparently every few years I need to go into a self-imposed witness protection style hibernation in which I don't speak to or communicate with people I care very deeply about for YEARS. Literal years. … Continue reading Mad At Myself
Last night Derek and I watched an episode of the new Marie Kondo series on Netflix. We thought it would be a good way to kick start our own decluttering mission. It was great. Then we went to bed and I had a real weird dream. Derek and I were boarding a plane to or … Continue reading Tiny Hotel Room In a Sky Tube
I'm not opposed to resolutions, I make them all year long. I make one nearly every day. For me, it's the desire to start something on a number I like. If I wake up at 6:36am, I will resolve to get out of bed by 7:00am. If I miss and I realize it's now 7:02am? … Continue reading I Will Publish This Post at 9:00am
In Season 2, Episode 5 of The Good Place (I know what you're thinking: "Oh for pete's sake, is she talking about this show AGAIN?" Yes. Yes I am.) "The Trolley Problem" Michael transports Eleanor and Chidi to a physical trolley in order to act out this ethical thought problem: You see a runaway trolley moving toward … Continue reading First, Do the Least Amount of Harm
Logan M. Shannon 