Let us all take a moment or, preferably many moments, to appreciate the artistry of this image, which was used in yesterday’s post. Not knowing that said image was to be featured in yesterday’s post, Lucia was unhappy with the reception it got over the Goons. There were various “ha has” and the like, butContinue reading “I Sleep With a Traitor”
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That’s Not What He Wanted to Cook
Sunday was the statewide indoor relays—all relays, no individual events. Graham was assigned to the distance medley relay, as were three other freshmen. A team stacked with four freshmen is not likely to be a main contender, and indeed, they were seeded twenty-first in the field and put in the slow heat. The medley relayContinue reading “That’s Not What He Wanted to Cook”
Runner’s High
At my last job, one of our practices was sports analytics. We did cognitive and personality evaluations of athletes for professional and NCAA teams. At one point, I had done hundreds of semantic analyses that gave us Big Five reads of players, and I had seen a pretty consistent pattern emerge among wide receivers atContinue reading “Runner’s High”
Dear Lauren, You Were Right
Before we dive into the meat of today’s story, let’s start with a short quiz. In the Laws household, who loaded the dishwasher in the manner seen in the photo? (a) Gordon(b) Lauren(c) Graham(d) Dobby Correct answer and at the end. Well, today is tough to write. We evaluated the weather last night and decidedContinue reading “Dear Lauren, You Were Right”
Days of Rage and Redemption
Yesterday was a day of rage and redemption. Across the land, the country was divided—howls of lamentation on the one hand; jeers, cheers, and joy on the other. And then, a level of symmetric justice was dealt, and balance was restored in the universe. Of course, I am not speaking of the Iowa caucuses norContinue reading “Days of Rage and Redemption”
The Greatest Thing Is Sliced Bread
When I was a kid, my mother ground wheat once a week in this huge, loud machine, then used the flour to make seven loaves of whole wheat bread. As an obnoxious child, I found this ordinary and boring, and I always wanted white Butterkrust bread from the store. My Grandma Hill, who lived withContinue reading “The Greatest Thing Is Sliced Bread”
This Box Is Definitely Empty
The family really likes the donuts and pastries from hell, I mean, Market Basket. Hence, when Lauren and I went Tuesday night, she emerged with a four-pack of donuts and a four-pack of sweet rolls. This morning, I was preparing my protein shake and found this. I mean, what to say here . . .Continue reading “This Box Is Definitely Empty”
Run, Run, Run As Fast You Can, said Satan
I picked up Graham from his track workout yesterday. Naturally, he kept me waiting because he had “to hit a cooldown.” Readers, his “cooldown” is two miles and this after running ten four-hundred-meter sprints. So to be clear, he sprinted for 2.5 miles then “hit a cooldown” of two miles. Sometimes, I too will doContinue reading “Run, Run, Run As Fast You Can, said Satan”
You Owe Me for My Ankle
We navigate and negotiate a lot of challenges and conflicts in our marriage. For example, pretty much the worst thing either of us can be made to do is call the pizza restaurant to place the order. Worse than that? Driving to pick it up. Worse even than that? Having to go inside to getContinue reading “You Owe Me for My Ankle”
Revenge Is a Cinnamon Roll with Cream Cheese Frosting
When Grant was born, we spent three days at Brigham & Women’s hospital so Lauren could recover from her C-section. During that time, Grant became a small legend in the nursery among the nurses. He was so big (10 lbs 1 oz) that they would hold him up when the birthing mothers class would walkContinue reading “Revenge Is a Cinnamon Roll with Cream Cheese Frosting”
His Smile Lit Up a Room and Other Things to Say at My Funeral 