L comes before S in the alphabet. Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, Logan comes before Shannon.
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
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
They say laughter is the best medicine, but what if it hurts to laugh? What if your whole body feels the blows as your gut wiggles and jiggles with every chuckle? When my abdomen was cut open, through skin and fat and muscle and then stitched back together, I finally realized how much I engage … Continue reading A Little Bit About Pain & Laughter & Smell
This started out as a regular old post, but then I decided to make it a Twitter thing. And then I thought it might be easier to see it here too. I am nothing if not indecisive. Also it looks terrible on my home page and don't know how to fix that problem, but maybe … Continue reading A Tweet Storm in Honor of National Donor Day
Logan M. Shannon 