Posted at 14:24h
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Acceptance,
Art,
Christianity,
Compassion,
Fear,
Hope,
Life Lessons,
Love,
Politics,
Social Commentary,
Writing
by Shannon Lell
Yesterday was a scary day not just for me personally, but for our country.
For me, it started like any other, catching up on news and work. What followed was a series of events regarding politics which culminated in me being called a “stupid fucking bitch”...
Posted at 18:04h
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Anxiety,
Fear
by Shannon Lell
After some informal inquiries with many of my friends and acquaintances it would seem the consensus is...
Where have I been? Better question, or maybe a statement, where I have I not been.
I've been riding my bike by the ocean. I spent the fourth of July exactly how it should be spent, with friends on a boat. I treated my parents and...
If you know me in person, you know that Oprah is my spirit animal. Since I was a teenager, growing up in a home where nothing was really talked about, Oprah came on television everyday and talked about everything. All the things I so desperately wanted...
Sometimes, I get really bogged down in the why-me's.
Why did MY marriage fail? statistically speaking, it shouldn't have happened. We dated 3 years before getting engaged. I didn't get married until I was 27. I waited to have my first child at 31. We were...
I have watched for years as a Facebook acquaintance grappled with the loss of her sister from cancer. First, it was news of bad tests. Then, it was the hope of remission. Then, more bad tests. Then, less hope. Then, it was only a matter...
The latest venom my ex husband spat via email was, "I won't be wasting another minute of my life trying to explain something to you." This came after I asked simple and reasonable questions regarding the split of our financial lives. You see, he's a...
I open this page a lot. I write some words. I erase them. I try again. I close the page.
When I first filed for divorce about a year ago I was still taking night classes at The University of Washington. It was my last semester...
Her triage of artfully arranged photos – a sepia-toned antique truck, a fox in a suit, a black and white close up of a sheaf of wheat –they mock me from the wall of her adorable Brooklyn apartment. Those pictures, along with her library of...
I didn't think I was going to cry that much. I thought I'd be stoic and happy and excited, mostly, but I guess sometimes I don't know my own heart.
I started to tear up as we got in the car to drive to the bus...