We decorated gingerbread houses last night. Of course, being the Laws, we cannot just decorate gingerbread houses—we must compete. So for days, we had agreed that we would have boys versus girls, that is, Graham and me versus Lauren, Lucia, and Lindsay. Graham, who never lacks for self-confidence, said the whole week, “Obviously, we’re gonnaContinue reading “Snowman Got His Own Fire”
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I Bless the Rains Down in Alcatraz
The girls are terrible at hearing song lyrics. Lindsay, in particular, is a stone-cold song slayer. When they were younger, I was driving the girls to a soccer or dance practice, and Ellie Goulding’s song “Lights” came on the radio. The girls knew the song and began singing along with all their typical gusto. WhenContinue reading “I Bless the Rains Down in Alcatraz”
A Glute Bridge of Honey that Totally Whams
Here’s the point in these stories where the snake begins to eat its tail or in other words where we revisit various story lines for updates. You may recall this photo from a few weeks ago. The girls in the family had a totally different take on it from what you all might have expected.Continue reading “A Glute Bridge of Honey that Totally Whams”
But Was It Funny?
Lindsay returned home Sunday afternoon. Her arrival was full of tension—her plane was early, she was starving, she was full of rage at other passengers (she’s often full of rage), and we were running a bit late. We had no time after Church to eat lunch; we just changed clothes and dashed out the door.Continue reading “But Was It Funny?”
Don’t Get Married to the Mob
This is Lindsay and her boyfriend, Carson Smith. (Dobby is not Lindsay’s boyfriend no matter how much she begs.) Looks like a pleasant fellow, right? Nice smile, hugging Lindsay, good to Dobby, respectful to us. It seems great, until you realize he’s wanted for questioning in connection with a homicide. Let me rewind. When weContinue reading “Don’t Get Married to the Mob”
Be Famous on Your Own Merits
We spent Friday night trekking into the Reggie Lewis Center—a ninety-minute ride into Boston during rush hour—to see Graham run for five minutes and two seconds to be precise. He finished second in his mile heat, first among freshmen, and twelfth overall, and he set a new personal record. Once he finished, we hustled downContinue reading “Be Famous on Your Own Merits”
An Update from the International Brotherhood of Envelope Stuffers (IBES Local 33)
I sat on the couch with the remote in hand, the menu screen up, but Lauren sat at the kitchen table, within view but not paying attention to the TV. “I was thinking we could watch The Wire,” I said. “I’m just working on the Christmas cards,” she said. “Noted,” I said. “But if youContinue reading “An Update from the International Brotherhood of Envelope Stuffers (IBES Local 33)”
A Near Disaster in Wrestling
I’m sad to report that Lindsay’s college wrestling career nearly came to an ignominious end on Sunday. Lindsay is wrestling at 191 and splitting time with another wrestler on the roster. This weekend, her team had a quad at Sacred Heart in Fairfield, Connecticut. Other participating schools were New England College and Delaware Valley. LindsayContinue reading “A Near Disaster in Wrestling”
Parting Is Not Sweet Sorrow
One day when I was a freshman in college, I came back to my dorm room in the early afternoon after class. I opened the door to find my roommate sitting in his desk chair turned away from his computer and toward the door, but his head down, his eyes staring at the carpet. HeContinue reading “Parting Is Not Sweet Sorrow”
There’s a Talking Dog at Work
Grant texted me this morning: There is a talking dog at my work. Bet you’d like to visit Sheetz in Lewisburg to see the talking dog, huh? This hearkens back to several years ago when my father-in-law Leon was part of a nearby Church congregation that we had once been in. I asked him howContinue reading “There’s a Talking Dog at Work”
His Smile Lit Up a Room and Other Things to Say at My Funeral 