Hi! My name is Shenan, and I’m the genius behind this blog.
It all started August 7, 1987. I was born and raised in Virginia, and was named after the Shenandoah Valley/River/Mountains/county. It is a medical fact that this is actually the most beautiful place on earth.
Let’s see, how to describe the myth, the legend, the Shenan?
Shenan is many things. She is a research analyst contracted to a Department of Defense organization by day, and has a degree from Johns Hopkins that proves she is a Master of Poetry by night (you can learn more about her double-life as a poet here). In her free time between, she performs incredible feats of magnificence and glory.
Besides those things, she is an amateur cook, photographer, mother (to two cats…and a husband), outdoorswoman, traveler, and lover of many people, places, and things. She says “amateur” because in none of those fields (no fields at all, in fact) are you ever done learning. That and she doesn’t get paid for any of them.
She is a beer aficionado, who spent several weeks trying to remember a European-sounding word that means an enthusiast/lover of/connoisseur of, and now that she’s remembered it, she’s determined to use it as much as possible. She enjoys hiking, camping, reading, writing, kayaking (though it’s been too long since she’s been), photographing, long walks in the moonlight, and of course, eating and cooking. Things she has only done once but likes to brag about include surfing, cliff diving, and rock climbing.
She lives with her husband, Dan, in Rosslyn, where they have easy access to both the best of Arlington as well as DC proper, and the rest of Virginia is just a day-trip away. It’s pretty sweet (though Shenan is pretty confident that she WILL find a way to move them back to the Shenandoah Valley someday…sigh)
Her goals in life include to someday: own a dishwasher, own a stove you can light without blowing on it to get all the jets to catch, own a microwave that operates without a dial and for under 30 seconds, continue writing and publishing poetry, hike the Tuscarora Trail (I’m not being so ambitious as to say “hike the entire Appalachian Trail,” but the Tuscarora is our local and more tackle-able version of it), find an algebraic algorithm for wedding planning (it has to exist!), and, eventually, brew her own beer.
That’s about all you need to know.
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