PinnedLynn ShattuckAn Affirmation for When the World is Too MuchSometimes, it all feels like too much.Jun 6, 20222Jun 6, 20222
PinnedLynn ShattuckinHuman PartsI’m a Lost Girl of ADHDThis was my inner voiceFeb 12, 202158Feb 12, 202158
PinnedLynn ShattuckinP.S. I Love YouI Wish I’d Known I Didn’t Have to Abandon Myself to be a Good MotherIn my darkest moments, I imagined an alternate life in which I’d never chosen motherhood.Jan 18, 20218Jan 18, 20218
PinnedLynn ShattuckinP.S. I Love YouI Threw Screen Time Limits Out the Window in 2020, and My Kids Are OkayThe truth is, most of us are plodding along, doing the best we canJan 14, 20219Jan 14, 20219
Lynn ShattuckThe Biggest Mistake I Made as a Professional WriterAs I prepare to shop my first memoir to agents, I’ve realized I’ve made one significant mistakeApr 28, 20211Apr 28, 20211
Lynn ShattuckWriting the Waves of GriefWriting connected me to my gone brother, who suddenly seemed to be both nowhere and everywhere.Apr 28, 20211Apr 28, 20211
Lynn ShattuckThe Questions That Haunt Us When a Friend Dies YoungWe were sensitive, longing, trying to strip ourselves of what our small town made us. You were like me, but streaked with light.Apr 26, 2021Apr 26, 2021
Lynn ShattuckExcavations: Struggling for Our Stories in a Pandemic and a PatriarchyWhat happens when our stories become overgrown, covered in silt, begging for breath?Apr 26, 20212Apr 26, 20212
Lynn ShattuckThe Shape of GriefIn those early hours of shock, I envisioned an empty space dangling between two worlds — Before and After.Mar 30, 20212Mar 30, 20212
Lynn ShattuckOur Bodies Remember: Reflecting on a Year of Covid and Other Difficult AnniversariesIn the Maine suburb where I live, the hours of sunlight are stretching. The light crust of snow from winter is melting. Each day, when I…Mar 12, 20219Mar 12, 20219