Vacation performance

My social media feeds this summer have been filled with friends and acquaintances taking amazing trips to beautiful and sometimes exotic locations, inspiring both envy and anticipation of my own family beach trip. Rather than resent these posts, I find them interesting. Honestly, my first reaction is “good for them!” But this week when our … Continue reading Vacation performance →

Newfangled barbershops

The place where people go to get their haircut goes by many names: barber shop, beauty salon, hairdresser, beauty parlor, hair stylist, tonsorium. Whatever you call it, “getting your hair done” has succumbed to the forces of technology and modernization as almost all widely available personal services have. It’s not the same experience it once … Continue reading Newfangled barbershops →

Happy Martyr’s Day

Representations of fatherhood abound in popular culture. From Goofball Dad to All-Powerful Patriarch, Nerdy Science Dad to Rugged Outdoorsman Dad and Cool Dad to Uptight Military Dad, the way fathers are depicted can easily devolve into cliche. Of all the father archetypes, I identify most closely with Martyr Dad. That’s my term for the long-suffering … Continue reading Happy Martyr’s Day →

Summer jobs

In today’s New South Essays, an in-depth analysis of post-modern themes in contemporary Southern literature. But first, the jobs report… Monday, June 5, 2023, was a historic day for the Wallace household. All three offspring were gainfully employed. Now, back to literary blathering and self-important bloviating… Seriously, though, Monday was a big day. Barron, our … Continue reading Summer jobs →

Dear Class of 1988

This week our middle son, Harris, graduated from Parkview High School in Lilburn, Ga., with all the usual pomp, circumstance, cheers, tears, and, of course, speeches. Parkview’s graduation speakers included the valedictorian, salutatorian, and several members of the senior class who were selected from two-minute auditions. Harris’s speech, titled “Unlimited Potential” was chosen, and he … Continue reading Dear Class of 1988 →