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 22:59h
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Art,
Writing
by Shannon Lell
So there's this bag. It arrived, stuffed in my mailbox. Hm. I'm not expecting a package.
Upon removing it from my mailbox I glimpsed at the sender.
All I needed was a glimpse, and I knew I was opening that fucker. Matter of fact, it was the...
The kids' toys have invaded every room of my house and it's making me little crazy. Right now, there are three rooms in desperate need of painting, a brigade of dandelions invading my garden, and stacks of papers that have built up over a dreary,...
*Spoiler Alert for those who have not yet seen the movie, The Life of Pi.
Last Saturday was a tough day. It rained. Hard. I fought. Harder. I cried. Hardest.
I replied to a text sent by one of my best friend's asking me how I...
As much as I would like to be the kind of person who hears lines of poetry narrating their day-to-day life...
I need space to think. I know this about myself. I need time to reflect, to ponder, to remember over and over and over the reasons why what I'm doing is important. I need time to untangle the thoughts and emotions that twist like vines in my head, and to...
There are two beliefs that flow like an undercurrent beneath all the stratified layers of anxiety in my life.
The details of our pasts make up the individual patches in the quilt of our lives and those patches are vital to the patterns we create in our future.
And...
Posted at 06:26h
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Fear,
Writing
by Shannon Lell
I'm an Internet author stalker. Almost two years ago when I made the resolution to embark on a writing career I began studying a variety of things; publishing, plot structure, classic literature, principles of fiction-- all through the highly reputable University of Google. Someday they will send me...
I am not a bug person. I get squeamish when I see spiders and I'd rather not touch slugs if I can help it. I know spiders and slugs aren't technically bugs, but whatever, same difference. So, it strikes me as odd that I'm about to write another blog post about...
I didn't want to publish this post. When I started writing it, it quickly turned into Bitchfest 2011 scheduled to perform in a venue for one. I didn't want to publish it because I wanted to maintain a positive vibe here and write about all sorts of enlightening things, not the darkness...
