When I was a kid, my Mom was like Mrs. Museum. We’d crack jokes about her penchant for the tedious and I was always (at least outwardly) annoyed about it at the time, but in retrospect we got to see a lot of cool stuff. I have pretty fond memories of the Museum of Natural History (and the attached air… Read more →
Month: August 2012
Today’s Menu: Mush of Mind
Sometimes my brain just wants to take a vacation. Like, no matter how hard I try I can’t focus or organize, or read, or write until I let my poor little overworked head-guts take their leave of reality for a bit. Some of you might be thinking: Uh…Didn’t you just get back from New York? And you’re right. I totally… Read more →
Welcome To The Gunn Show
{If you follow me on Instagram, sorry that you’re kind of getting this story twice. Please accept this awesome musical mash-up as my apology. But she just.kept.going.on about the costume.} Yesterday evening, Delilah suddenly stopped what she was doing, eyes nearly bugging out of her head as she remembered she had been saving something for DAYS that she’d wanted to… Read more →
A Life Well Lived
I’ve only officially been a Shanahan for about five years, but I was eighteen when Grandpa Dick and the beautiful Masumi first welcomed me in to their home, and their family. Scott’s Grandfather led an incredible life, and has left behind the kind of indelible legacy that will live on in our family for generations to come. He passed away… Read more →
“Doc, Are You Telling Me This Sucker’s Nuclear?”
[This post was originally published on an anonymous blog long ago and far away, and then later re-published on Toy With Me and even on BlogHer, but never, ever here on my personal website where people who know me could read it. Until now. I’ve been desensitized by the fact that I stepped up and claimed my once anonymous post… Read more →
Blast From The Past: I Carried A Watermelon
Originally Published 09.20.10 Me and this blog have been having a bit of a stand-off lately. (And by lately, I mean for going on about eleven months now.) It has a lot to do with the postpartum depression I haven’t really talked about, and the crippling, silencing shame I felt while lost in that abyss, but the way it’s manifested… Read more →
Blast From The Past: Mazel Tov, 13-Year-Old-Me
[Hi Dudes. I’m in NY, but my blog is not. So, to keep the blood flow moving around these parts {because don’t you hate it when your blog falls asleep?} I thought I’d republish a few of my personal favorite posts from years past. This particular vintage tidbit was selected as a BlogHer Voice Of The Year in 2010, which… Read more →
Born To Be Wild
Learning to ride a motorcycle is an emotional undertaking. I don’t think that’s a chick thing, either. I think across the board if you can give yourself over to the experience then it’s going to give your confidence a kick in the rear. Especially the way the world is right now. All over-connected and socially mediated and all that jazz.… Read more →