About

My husband, Jason, and I have been married for nearly 25 wonderful years.

Let’s play a game…

As a teacher, games were a powerful tool. (“The Magic Scrap” game ensured my classroom floor was nearly spotless at the end of every school day.) But—truth be told—lies were pretty powerful, too. (I had my young boys convinced for years that every security camera in every store was in fact a “Santa Cam” with a direct feed to the North Pole.) So, let’s play a game: Two Truths and a Lie.

  • I’ve eaten cat poop.
  • I fell flat on my butt in front of President Clinton.
  • I once flashed a group of young male lifeguards.

The first two are true. The last statement is a lie. Both my breasts made an appearance, but not voluntarily. While holding our youngest son in a wave pool, he completely pulled down the top of my swimsuit in an effort to hold on for dear life. What ensued was nothing more than a dire dilemma: hold, calm, and quiet my panicking son or shove the ladies back into their rightful place inside my swimsuit. In the end, I opted  for the prior while pushing the latter below the water’s surface. Ah, good times.

But seriously…

On a more serious note, I once read a quote that resonated with me profoundly:

“Your story could be the key that unlocks someone else’s prison.”

And that sums up exactly what I want to do. I’m driven to share stories and anecdotes to help us all find the funny in the midst of our struggles while shining light on small ways to make our burdens a little lighter, too.

So, hi! I’m Shannon. I’m a former teacher, current mom, and an accidental storyteller. I’ve taught children in every grade ranging from preschool through the 8th grade. I’m also an adult trauma survivor, adoptive mom, and parent of a child with exceedingly rare special needs. (My youngest son has a congenital amino acid metabolic disorder, intellectual disability and has been diagnosed with GRIN2B-related neurodevelopmental disorder.)

An oldie, but a goodie! My favorite picture with my boys circa 2014.

I’m also someone living with a chronic medical condition called psoriatic arthritis (or PsA). Diagnosed in my early twenties, I slowly lost my ability to walk for a time and lost my job as a result. It was a long journey to find a good rheumatologist who could help. But that same (admittedly painful) process pushed me into other changes and opportunities.

As a child of an alcoholic, I experienced instability, confusion, and just a whole lot of trauma. I remember thinking that this was where I was at the moment. But that my future didn’t have to be defined by it. I could work hard. I could build something better to look forward to. And to a certain extent, this is true. But now as adult I can also appreciate that so much is completely outside of our control in matter what. Sometimes we just have to roll with the punches—and get the heck out of the way when—and however—we can.

Now that you’ve learned a bit more about me, I invite you to listen in on some of my stories, too. Sometimes funny but always real, I share personal anecdotes and what I’ve learned from them on my podcast, Stories with Shannon. I hope you’ll join me there.

Shannon Medisky
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