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 | Oct 7, 2020 | Blog, change, grief, memory, nostalgia, walks with grief
On their first date, my grandfather nearly made a drastic mistake, telling an off-color joke about squirrels to my grandmother. Even though she was quite the prude, she chose to look past his Navy boy ways and focus on the handsome blue eyes. Thank goodness, and probably thanks in no small part to my grandfather, she loosened up over time.
by Shannon Turner | Jun 9, 2020 | black lives matter, Blog, mental illness, police brutality, walks with grief
I had just emerged from one of those evocative performance experiences that leaves you buzzing. I stepped out from 7 Stages in Little 5 Points onto the sidewalk into a noxious mix of sour-sweet smells on a hot summer night. Most folks were still hanging around in the...
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 | Oct 4, 2019 | Blog, walks with grief
It was just about this time last year my mom and I went on vacation in North Georgia. Because she drove down from Tennessee and I drove up from Atlanta, we had two cars and followed each other from one town to another. After spending a lovely day in downtown...
by Shannon Turner | Sep 25, 2019 | Blog, nostalgia, vulnerability, walks with grief
I’m pleased to share that I had a story recently published in an online journal called gutwrench. This is by far one of the most vulnerable pieces I’ve ever written. I’m hoping to include it in my upcoming book, Walks with Grief. Click here to read...
