“Do you want a boy or girl this time?” It didn’t matter who asked. I’d always answer the same. “Healthy.”
Here’s what that means: The bones in her skull fused before birth, and her brain needs more room to grow. Now, surgeons need to cut open the front of her head, remove a piece of her skull, reshape it, and put it back together.
On Nov. 3, my wife and I won’t be paying attention to what the rest of the world is following. Rather, we’ll be at the hospital as our 6-month-old girl undergoes a 6-hour skull surgery. …
I spent the past weekend at my 10-year college reunion.
Friday evening, I ran into a familiar face in an elevator. He thanked me for an article I wrote for the college newspaper. I couldn’t even recall the guy’s last name, let alone the story he was talking about. I didn’t admit it.
“Oh, wow,” I said. “I can’t believe you still remember that.”
Over the next 30 or so hours, three more people thanked me for covering them back at college. I remembered their stories. Details stored in my memory the past decade came back to me as we’d reminisce. Not everything I created then meant a lot to me. But, those four pieces meant a lot to those four people. …
And just about every year since middle school, I’ve hosted Super Bowl parties at my dad’s house, my dorm room, my college house, my first city apartment and now my first suburban apartment I live in with my wife.
The past couple of years, I’ve jokingly said my Super Bowl parties were sponsored by Bud Light, mainly because of the amount of Bud Light I supplied for each party.
This year, I invited friends to the party using Facebook, titling the event “Becca & Will’s 5th Annual Super Bowl Party presented by Bud Light.”
Originally, I just thought it’d be another goof. …