accepting my appearance

August 3, 2012 | 4 Comments

realme

The complimentary self-portrait via Instagram is a science I have lassoed: Head tilted, chin tucked, iPhone positioned overhead, various rehearsed smiles donned. Snap, snap, snap. Delete, delete, delete. Choose. Apply filter. Find a reason to repeat ten minutes later BECAUSE OMG THERE MIGHT NOT BE ENOUGH PICTURES OF MEEEE.

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photo booth love

August 1, 2012 | 10 Comments

july 1998, calgary, ab

My hair was in a messy twist with orphan wisps falling around my face. I wore jean overalls with a grey, short-sleeved, v-neck. Overalls were the thing that summer. I was adorable. Oversized, the overalls made me feel petite and feminine. You can’t see my feet, but I wore brown, fake Birkenstocks, my summer-tanned toes peeking out.

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making new friends is hard

July 31, 2012 | 14 Comments

I’m trying out this Tuesday thing. A free-write something-something, I like to call it. Even though it’s officially called Just Write.

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trial by pee

July 28, 2012 | 1 Comment

Another one from my archives. I promise not to cheat and do this all the time, but I’ve been reading old posts because it’s inspiring me to write. Except for the part where instead of writing, I cut and paste.

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making friends after a move

July 27, 2012 | 5 Comments

Making new friends is not unlike an audition or an interview. In these beginning stages, everything I say lingers. I fight the urge to add cliff notes to most of what comes out of my mouth. It’s not like I’m any less of an ass in BC, but at least my AB friends have a wide range of other, more flattering, endearing experiences to draw on when formulating a Shannon Average.

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only bet when you’re sure

July 26, 2012 | 1 Comment

I was reading through my archives last night. This made me laugh. Hard. You likely won’t find it as funny, but at the very least it’ll make you smile. I can live with a smile.

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maybe tomorrow

July 25, 2012 | 2 Comments

I worked on something for this space all day. In the end it was embarrassingly melancholy, so I posted it to LJ, where I’ve been blogging in private for centuries. There, I’m tested and true. If I revealed all that gunk to you on our second date, there likely wouldn’t be a third. It was, perhaps, a bit of an overshare. I’m queen of The Overshare.

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owning my shit: surviving the worst parenting moments

July 23, 2012 | 24 Comments

I had a conversation with my mom shortly after Emma was born. Back when we were still speaking. As usual, we were rehashing the past. She chided me for confiding in my childhood friends, angry they seemed to hate her as a result, making her feel uncomfortable in her own home. “They weren’t your stories to tell, Shannon.”

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daylight rolls its eyes at me

March 21, 2012 | 2 Comments

I remember the people I miss haven’t died. I remember the new people who’ve begun to pour the foundation of my safe places. I remember the darkness is temporary.

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loneliness is a puddle on my pillow

March 20, 2012 | 2 Comments

I miss being known. I miss being loved because I am known. I miss relaxing into friendship like it was a beanbag chair. I miss feeling celebrated.

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freedom from religion

January 13, 2012 | 3 Comments

A friend recently called to tell me about the Evangelism Bootcamp she took her kids on, “For those who want to be culturally relevant in sharing the gospel. For those who want to learn and practice boldness.”

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talking tom wars

November 21, 2011 | No Comments

hello vancouver, i’m home

September 4, 2011 | No Comments

I’ve been waking up early unable to fall back asleep. My mind is like a toddler in a room full of buttons. Steve and Emma are still asleep and unpacking would rustle them, which makes this the perfect time to write.

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blame London for Vancouver

August 3, 2011 | No Comments

When Steve and I left Calgary and moved to Lacombe eleven years ago, it was supposed to be for two or three years at the most. Steve has been ready to move on since that second and third year. I’ve been more reluctant, always asking for just a little more time, always for different reasons.

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confessions of a narcissist

May 3, 2011 | 6 Comments

Seflies. My corner of the interwebs is flooded with pictures of me. Taken by me. Posted by me. Looked at (mostly) by me. Embarrassingly so. (Not that I plan to slow down anytime soon.)

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when you can’t hide who you are

April 15, 2011 | 4 Comments

I live my faults loud and large. Which is maybe the most ridiculous understatement ever. To be in the vicinity of me is to be inadvertently exposed to my life story, a catalogue of my every inane thought and feeling. And that was true even before I signed up for Twitter.

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