Back to school part two: Harris’s senior year

A young man in Washington, D.C., with the Washington Monument and the National Mall in the background

Another week, another last first day of school in the Wallace family. Last week, we sent Carlton back to school for his senior year of high school. Today, my Darling Beloved and I send our middle son, Harris, packing for his senior year at Mercer University. Every college student needs a good suit and a … Continue reading Back to school part two: Harris’s senior year →

A monumental trip

Two men and a woman outside the back gate of the White House

If you’re a middle child, you know how precious a commodity attention can be. Frequently caught in that unenviable space between the accomplishments of the eldest and the parlor tricks of the youngest, the middle must somehow carve out for themselves a niche that affords them an identity and recognition. Carla and I have put … Continue reading A monumental trip →

Running on fumes

Glowing like a nightlight in my reflective vest, I barreled down the hill as a Parkview school bus chugged past. On the last leg of a four-mile pre-dawn run, my lungs filled with the noxious fumes the bus belched as it crawled up toward the intersection. In my 18 years as a runner, this scene … Continue reading Running on fumes →