This week marked the end of an era. For more than 30 years I have been shaving with a Gillette Sensor razor. The same Gillette Sensor razor. That all came to a sudden and tragic end the evening of April 7. While removing my toothbrush from the cabinet, my finger caught on the underside of … Continue reading On loss and stubble
Author: lanceelliottwallace
Lance Elliott Wallace lives and writes in the Atlanta suburb of Lilburn. A native of Texas and a former resident of Florida and Alabama, Lance married a Georgia girl and together they are rearing three Georgia boys. By day he communicates for the higher education institutions of Georgia. He spends his early morning hours praying, writing and walking.
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68 hours in Nashville
They say what happens in Nashvegas stays in Nashvegas. Well, I’m not sure that’s exactly how it goes, but either way, I’m about to spill most of the beans about a recent trip Carla and I took to the home of country music and rival to Atlanta for the title of capital of the South. … Continue reading 68 hours in Nashville
Method to my leftover madness
It’s only a slight exaggeration when I describe lunch as my favorite seven minutes of the day. After more than 30 years of work, I’m still learning to pad my calendar with time between meetings, and I often find myself squeezing in lunch while responding to emails, drafting content or catching up on breaking news. … Continue reading Method to my leftover madness
Do you know where your children are?
In the middle of a recent busy working weekend, I suddenly realized I had no idea where my children were. Now that’s not really a big deal because my boys are 23, 18 and 15, but it struck me as rare. Even the two older ones who are off at college are usually where I … Continue reading Do you know where your children are?
Dream weaver
I am not much of a dreamer. That’s not to say I don’t have hopes and dreams like any normal person. I just mean I don’t tend to dream much during my sleeping. Or, more accurately, I haven’t typically remembered my dreams when I wake up. How I imagine people imagine me dreaming based on … Continue reading Dream weaver
Take your child to work day
Children belong in the workplace. Or at least, my 23-year-old child with an appreciation for historic buildings is welcomed on the campus of Oglethorpe University where I spend my days (and often nights) telling stories and inspiring alumni and friends to engage in the university’s mission. Don’t be bringing your hyperactive four year-old to my … Continue reading Take your child to work day
Progressive progress
I could see fine until I was 18. My distance vision began to blur my senior year of high school, and I became a glasses wearer right before I went off to college. I switched to contacts sometime in my early twenties. My active lifestyle called for fewer objects on my head while I did … Continue reading Progressive progress
Ain’t no party like an 80th birthday party
I recognize that we have just emerged from a festive season, but in my world, the holidays were just the warm up for some truly historic occasions. Last week we celebrated my mother-in-law’s 80th birthday, and my dad’s 80th is just around the corner. All of the forethought and planning that have gone into acknowledging … Continue reading Ain’t no party like an 80th birthday party
Buc-ee’s is the fillin’ station of the New South
I believe it was William Shakespeare who first said, “Get thee to a Buc-ee’s,” in his 1603 groundbreaking work, “Hamlet.” And folks traveling the South’s major highways have been flocking to the always open convenience-store-on- steroids ever since. Much has been written and broadcasted about the chain of gas stations since Arch “Beaver” Aplin III … Continue reading Buc-ee’s is the fillin’ station of the New South
