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’m driven to do: 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 ranging from preschool through the 8th grade. And I’m a mom both through biology and adoption. I’m also parenting a child with exceedingly rare special needs. (Our adopted 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—what I thought at the time was—my dream 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. It was definitely a “get a better perspective or get bitter” situation. And, honestly, I flip-flopped between the two for some time. Sometimes I still do. And that’s okay.

Now that you’ve learned a bit more about me, I invite you to listen in on some of my stories. 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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