Kim Shannon

Aug 24, 2024 | medium.com | Kim Shannon

You might not think you have style but you do. Style is how we express ourselves. It highlights our uniqueness no matter the fashion choice. It isn’t just about outward appearances, style encompasses how we go about our lives, how we work, play, communicate, and connect. Our style oozes from us; it is steeped in us. Style is a celebration of our individuality. It also celebrates the beauty of our differences. Style is you being you. You doing you.

May 25, 2024 | medium.com | Kim Shannon

First things first, let's acknowledge the elephant in the room. Accepting our addictions isn't necessarily easy. Admitting we have a problem - any problem - can be overwhelming and shameful. Asking for help can be more so. Have you ever witnessed a car wreck where you wanted desperately to look away, but couldn't? And once seen, all you wanted to do was forget? I get it. Me too. Acknowledging the parts of us we don't like, or find distasteful, can be confronting - whatever those parts and pieces may be.

Feb 17, 2024 | medium.com | Kim Shannon

Most of us know the famous line in the Declaration of Independence. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all (wo)men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Of course, I added the (wo). It should have been there in the first place. Nonetheless, it is true. We are all created equal.

Feb 11, 2024 | medium.com | Kim Shannon

Out walking the dog today, I passed an older gentleman pulling a red wagon. In the wagon, playing with a stuffed giraffe, a blue truck, and his imagination was a small boy, perhaps around two-and-a-half years old. He had golden curls escaping wildly from underneath his beanie. I smiled at his grandpa who trudged along while his grandson sang softly over and over again, “I love you, I love you, I love you” in a sweet angelic sing-song.

Feb 4, 2024 | medium.com | Kim Shannon

Disclaimer: There are A LOT of “*” asterisks in this article. Don’t want to get censored, and certainly don’t want to offend. That said, B.*.T.C.H. means B.*.T.C.H.Embracing your B.*.T.C.H. self requires an open-mind. B.*.T.C.H. isn’t an easy label to own. Especially when it’s hurled as an insult. Like most women I know, I’ve been called a B.*.T.C.H. Every time I bristle. Every time I balk. Every time it stings. It’s so cutting, and can be said with such disdain.