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 Joan Mitchell Almost Became a Realist and Thank Goodness She Didn’t
Years ago, when I was dating a man I should not have been dating, for a variety of reasons I would eventually come to understand, his father and stepmother took us out to a fancy dinner in Cambridge, MA. It's a place called Harvest. It's nice but not too nice and it's good food and … Continue reading Rabbit Season
I have a master's degree in metalwork. Specifically, Jewelry and Light Metals, which is just another way of saying I don't weld steel and iron. Metal things are something I am quite familiar with and fond of so it makes some sense that I would insist we rescue some old cast iron pans from the … Continue reading Reviving Old Pans + A Book Review
It's been four years since I donated 60% of my liver to my husband. A gift that would ultimately have to be replaced, but which kept him alive for thirty days until a new one arrived. The first year we celebrated this anniversary was hard. Something about how you don't know how stressful a situation … Continue reading Four Years Ago
Last night as I was trying to drift off to sleep, I realized I have known my husband for 12 years. I even went back to the email archives to pinpoint when we met and it was sometime in April of 2006. (And then I started re-reading emails from 12 years ago and my goodness, … Continue reading Twelve Years
I met Bruce and Michael at their ceramics studio in Providence, which was also their home. Fresh out of grad school with no idea what I was doing with my life, I was still tagging along with artist friends who seemed to have a much better idea of what they were doing with their lives. … Continue reading Bruce’s Jade
There's a cottage on an island in a big lake in New Hampshire that Derek's family has owned for decades. It's pretty modest, a tiny little kitchen with one of those half-sized ovens, lots of windows, cramped bedrooms, and a big porch that spans the front of the house and looks out over the cove. … Continue reading Monterey Jack & The Case for Boredom
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
Logan M. Shannon 