*Trigger Warning: Cancer scare. And hospitals. And drugged up poetry... It was a cold day in February when I sat in my doctor's office and heard the words, "I don't think this will kill you, Shauna." "It doesn't look like it's spread." My doctor said more, but I don't remember much else. I remember feeling… Continue reading hysterectomies are my thing
As I write this I am hurtling through the air on a jet plane from Vancouver to Portland (for work and a little bit of pleasure, woot! woot!). This is my first time on a flight since the end of 2019 because of that whole pandemic thing, and it all feels a bit surreal, like… Continue reading is portland my thing
So, now that we (I am taking for granted that you and I are in this together now) have decided that my goal for this challenge the next 9ish months is to figure out how to feel comfortable in my own skin... I (*cough* WE) need a plan...
As I come to the end of the first quarter of 2022, I am wondering what the purpose of this challenge of mine is. Why am I doing this? What is the point?
For forever I had felt like I was one hack away from really tapping into my professional groove. It always felt like something was just a little bit off.
I keep having this dream where I’m sitting on a plastic chair in a circle of people, mostly women. I am listening to someone speak. Eventually I look down and realize, much to my chagrin, that I am naked. It’s all hanging out there as I perch on my plastic chair. For some reason reaching for something… Continue reading naked in public dreams are my thing