by Shannon Turner | Oct 20, 2020 | authenticity, Blog, self-image, self-worth, vulnerability
I would never buy a bottle of water.
Many people who know and love me recognize that I have this kind of extreme hangup about environmental waste, carry my own water bottle pretty much everywhere. Given that water in this country is often free and clean, I always wonder why more people don’t insist on doing the same. The answer, of course, is that we’ve been marketed out of understanding and believing it.
by Shannon Turner | Oct 13, 2020 | authenticity, Blog, happy stories, walks with grief
A single gal who lives alone, I listen to a lot of podcasts. They fill up my days, and my ears. I started to have a little fantasy that each of my walks was its own episode of a super niche podcast. Each walking buddy was my co-host, sidekick, guest, and micro-audience all at the same time…
by Shannon Turner | Apr 6, 2020 | authenticity, Blog, COVID-19, manifesting stories, pandemic, walks with grief
I’ve missed you. I have been struggling mightily with what to say to you during these strange times. In the first weeks, the (sur)reality of pandemic descended upon us. Our inboxes filled up with “how we’re dealing with COVID messages” from...
by Shannon Turner | Jun 19, 2019 | authenticity, Blog, change, happy stories, transformative storytelling, vulnerability, walks with grief
Around this time two years ago, I set off to tell some happy stories. I had just gone through a cycle of work involving grief, helping people tell some of their hardest stories, including the Virginia Tech residency and Trigger Warning. Coming out of that cycle, I was...
by Shannon Turner | Dec 17, 2018 | authenticity, Blog, grief, vulnerability
There are certain things in this life we consider to be markers of identity. The parts, whether self-selected or put upon us by others, even assigned by government definition, feel like the ingredients of a recipe that make up our selves. Our essences. I am white. I...
by Shannon Turner | Nov 30, 2018 | authenticity, Blog, change, grief, vulnerability, walks with grief
I was a clumsy child. Even broke my arm once standing on a rope that was lying on the ground. We moved a lot. I host a fair amount of events and people both in my house and elsewhere. I say all this to convey…I try not to put too much stock into stuff. As such,...
