by Shannon Turner | Feb 13, 2017 | Blog
I remember so clearly how it started. I was 17; it was the spring of my senior year. I was a “good girl,” but I had these friends in high school who all smoked. We would go out after school and sit at Pal’s on the concrete slab patio tables, drinking...
by Shannon Turner | Feb 10, 2017 | Blog
Sometime in the month of December I got an email from a colleague with the subject line: “Storytelling is Important.” I knew that. I knew my friend already knew that. I was curious what this was about, especially as it’s not standard to put a subject...
by Shannon Turner | Feb 3, 2017 | Blog
Lately, I’ve been livingLike a cancer patientWith a terminal diagnosisAs thoughEverything were onBorrowed timeEat the chocolateTake the walkCall the friendGo to the protestSmell the rosemaryWrite the bad poetryTake the riskAsk for the thing I wantNot shy away from the...
by Shannon Turner | Jan 26, 2017 | Blog
“I’m going to tell Mrs. Byrd that Moose is molesting you.” The words were terrifying, accusatory, and a relief all at the same time. They echoed in my head, like a gunshot rattling around in a steel room, pinging off walls and floors and ceiling, with no escape. My...
by Shannon Turner | Jan 26, 2017 | Blog
I’m going to tell Mrs. Byrd that Moose is molesting you. The words were terrifying, accusatory, and a relief all at the same time. They echoed in my head, like a gunshot rattling around in a steel room, pinging off walls and floors and ceiling, with no escape. My...
by Shannon Turner | Jan 25, 2017 | Blog
“My wife died a few years ago,” he said. “Rather than let myself get bogged down with the grief and despair that promised to consume me, I decided to dedicate myself to trying to make other people happy.” This was last night at Carapace, our monthly reality...
