L comes before S in the alphabet. Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, Logan comes before Shannon.
The house I grew up in had a lot of little rooms and a lot of little doors. It was our second house and my parents took my sister and I to look for new places to live when my father got transferred to Des Moines. I don't remember the other houses we looked at … Continue reading Premonition
It was hot this weekend. Gross hot. The kind of hot that makes you want to hunker down inside, away from the sun, and watch television. So we did. This is not a difficult thing for me to do. It's my natural state. But for Derek, it seems a little harder. He gets antsy sitting … Continue reading Hot and Definitely Bothered
Waiting for an organ transplant is not like other kinds of waiting. It's not like waiting for a prescription to get filled, or waiting for your turn at the post office. It's not like waiting for a wound to heal, or a plane to arrive, or a cake to bake. It's not like waiting for … Continue reading Stop Waiting, Start Living
(This is a warning of sorts to say there will often be times when I repeat a theme or a thought because I am trying to come at it from another angle. I not going to bother to look at a potentially similar previous post so I don't get suckered into saying the same thing. … Continue reading Deciding to Decide
I locked myself out of the house yesterday. It was late in the day, I'd gone out to water the plants and normally I check the handle lock on the door before I leave because sometimes it locks (on its own? Maybe when I last unlocked the door, I inadvertently lock it?) and I panic. … Continue reading Progress
When I turned 18 I was living in a dorm at the University of Iowa. I retrieved my mail from a box with with of those letter number combination locks on it that was lined up with hundreds of other boxes in the lobby. I didn't get a lot of mail back then, mostly padded … Continue reading What’s In a Name
The spring of 1981 in Prairie Village, Kansas was a noisy one. A brood of 17-year cicadas emerged from their nests and the air was thick with the mechanical sound of their wings drying out. Our lawn was littered with their empty shells, a perfect translucent mold of their big buggy bodies and just as … Continue reading 17 Year Cicadas
I was in grade school when the Challenger blew up after launch. A bunch of us were huddled in a classroom watching the coverage on a TV that had been wheeled in to the front of the room. When it exploded the teachers gasped and someone turned the TV off and ushered us all to … Continue reading The Parachute
I have a decent memory, for some things. I'm bad with remembering names, but somehow not the names of celebrities. It's mostly embarrassing. When I was in High School I did theater and learning my lines became a sort of ritual. I would record every line of dialogue into a tape recorder, then I would … Continue reading Remember Remember
Logan M. Shannon 