My name is Shannon and I am a writer. (I think that’s how I am supposed to introduce myself … )

I write when inspiration strikes, which is very literally at any time … proven by the folders of loose papers full of my writing that I carry in my purse. That bothers me to no end, because it’s messy and disorganized and I fear it’s a reflection of what’s in my head. Actually, it is a reflection of what’s in my head. I would vow to stop scribbling on loose paper and start typing my brilliance on a mini laptop that I keep in my leather writers satchel that I carry around to look important, while I order my expensive coffee without making eye contact, but I haven’t got one, I’m not really that important, and I would never speak to someone without looking into their eyes. (But I do love coffee. Price point is unimportant.)

Within my pages, you’ll find yourself, I think. If anything else in this world, God has given me the invaluable gift of being able to relate to people. I very truly love people. I love the intricacy and interweaving of how we think, how we operate and what makes us who we are; collectively and individually. I know that’s almost worthy of an eye-roll, but it’s honest. And that’s why I write. What I can’t say with my mouth, I can say with the end of my pen on loose paper. Or a receipt. Or the back of my light bill. Or on the edge of a Chinese food menu.

I am writer, photographer, interior decorator, mother and one heck of a cook. But I cannot drive a stick.

It’s very nice to meet you.