Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Here at home. I must not be a writer, because a writer would take more care. Here at home, writing. In the same room I learned fear. In the same room I first cried. In the same room I wrote empty promises. In the same room I, stories, born. I love this room. It is […]

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And thus, shall we make a Day of Rest for all of our days. Plans for this weekend:  [    n o t h i n g  n e s s   ]

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§1032 · June 11, 2010 · Daily1, Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) · Tags: , ,


Wow….Wow. Wow. There are a lot of clichés about what high school reunions are like — a sick glory in revisiting painful teenage dynamics with people whose faces you may remember, names you no longer do, while awkwardly catching up in pithy sentences about what each of you have been up to for the past […]

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§589 · July 25, 2009 · Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) ·


“The quality which makes man want to write and be read is essentially a desire for self-exposure and masochism. Like one of those guys who has a compulsion to take his thing out and show it on the street.” – James Jones More collaborative poems with my mentor David Bromige…

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§582 · June 24, 2009 · Poetry, Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) · Tags: ,


‘There’s no such thing as writer’s block. That was invented by people in California who couldn’t write.” – Terry Pratchett More collaborative poems with my mentor David Bromige…

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“A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it to be God.” -Sidney Sheldon *     *     * More collaborative poems with David Bromige, my mentor… and don’t ask me who Janice or Betty is. Or if you do, I’ll tell you they are perfect illustrations of David’s humor. Putting a […]

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It is with extreme sadness and spiked loss that I mention the passing of my friend and mentor, David Bromige.  I wanted to be able to write a great spread of prose or poetry, honoring his sharp wit, playful creativity, and a life in words. But for now, I will just provide this link and […]

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I feel like a working single mother, slinging hash until midnight, then stumbling home with three little mouths to feed, in want of love.

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§575 · May 18, 2009 · Narrative, Sonoma County Splendor · 3 comments ·


So, I got a new job. Technically, I already have a job: I am a Freelance Naming Consultant, but these days, with the economy in the crapper, things are a little slow. Normally, I would take the opportunity to just… work less. Which means writing more, traveling more, spending time with the fam more. However, […]

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The “life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.” -J.M. Barrie …thank goodness for humility and that other story.

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§509 · August 20, 2008 · Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) · Tags: , , , ,


The house is being painted. It is time to purge. While tossing out old boxes, I uncover this little gem: an old “plan” of mine titled: “Life Plan.” Written: Summer 2002 (21 years old). Reads as follows (verbatim):

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§506 · August 13, 2008 · Sonoma County Splendor, This Modern Life · 1 comment ·


Returning home from Turkey has been a mild culture shock I still don’t think I’m over; whereas before I did yoga twice a day, ate fresh vegetarian meals, and my most difficult decision consisted of whether to read in the hammock or swim in the Mediterranean — I have come home to an avalanche of […]

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§492 · June 30, 2008 · Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) ·


Covered in poison oak at the moment, and barely able to type with calamine-encrusted fingers. Last time I ever take those damn dogs for a walk in the forest.

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§433 · March 18, 2008 · Sonoma County Splendor · 5 comments ·


Back from Turkey sun-sitting hotly                   drinking          tea along Petaluma river old                            ladies in straw hats and gray-haired men who’ve found second youth                  in bike riding         drinking coffee          (muscles are controlled passion)                           their mean lime spandex leotards bragging about the last sprint across Spring Hill. I: 26       “retired”      smile to spend […]

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§346 · July 11, 2007 · Sonoma County Splendor, This Modern Life · 2 comments ·


Yesterday was my official One Month Until Departure to my next travel adventure: Vietnam and China. The countdown reminded me of what a nice time in my life this is — being home, time to pursue personal projects, friends and family close by, and the joy of being in the Sonoma County for the quiet […]

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§345 · July 9, 2007 · Narrative, Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) ·


I know. I’ve been horridly neglectful – know that although we Penngrovians like to take things slowly, there’s been a surprising amount of distraction in this little country bumpkin’s life, resulting in lack of posts: The second annual SlinkyFest was fun and festive; Grandpa’s memoir has kept me busy; I’ve been working on my poetry […]

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§313 · May 12, 2007 · Sonoma County Splendor · 1 comment ·


For those of you who are still wondering “what that silly girl Shannon is up to” [reference belated New Year's Video] the answer is this: found other non-employed free-spirits to make grainy dance videos to bad pop songs*[1]. (admit it: you love Hilary Duff, too…) *[1] I swear that neither of us are under the […]

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§309 · April 3, 2007 · Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) ·


I had visions of masterful Shannon-egans (tasteless pun intended) and skillfully executed jokes today on NKS — you know, something like “I’m going to quit writing my blog,” or “I’m moving China to become a gogo dancer,” or “I’ve shaved my head in a show of solidarity with Britney” — but then I remembered I’m […]

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§308 · April 1, 2007 · Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) ·


A MULTI-PART EXPLORATION ON WHETHER PEOPLE CHANGE, THROUGH THE COMPLETELY UN-SYSTEMATIC ANALYSIS OF PERSONAL ITEMS FOUND IN SHANNON DEJONG’S “SPECIAL BOX” AND ASSORTED CHILDHOOD MEMORABILIA*[1] Part II Speaking of whether people change… I’m about to sit down at my computer and write a post about change in perspective. I am about to write about how […]

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§274 · January 26, 2007 · Sonoma County Splendor · 1 comment ·


Living at home with my folks has afforded me a newfound appreciation of them. Today, while getting a ride to the bus stop to catch an express bus into the city for a meeting with my boss, I discovered that my dad is not only devoted father, adored teacher, loving husband, and has so much […]

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§271 · January 12, 2007 · Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) ·