Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I'm a sucker for a great romantic line. I love how a great line from a favorite book or romantic comedy takes you to another world. They inspire and remind us why friends -- whether romantic or platonic -- and love are so important to us. The lines can be as deep as "You make... Continue Reading →
The weight of the world can be a bugger. When I feel the world on my shoulders -- when I fall flat on my face and feel life’s bruises -- when it all gets to be too much . . . I get frustrated. I may even wallow in “woe is me pity.” Eventually though... Continue Reading →
I hate snow and cold. My frustration with the the elements came to mind yesterday as I zipped up my coat and tightened the strap on my gloves for a third time. The temperature had dipped overnight to the low teens. It hurt to even breathe. I couldn't help but think: "Really. Really. Do we... Continue Reading →
During morning rush hour, a train pulls into Grand Central Station in New York City every 58 seconds, carrying thousands of commuters. It's one of the busiest, most crowded transit hubs in the world with roughly 750,000 people passing through daily. It's even busier during the holiday season. I visited Philadelphia's William H. Gray 30th... Continue Reading →
I have no dog in this fight. The New England Patriots will take on the Seattle Seahawks in Super Bowl LX on Sunday. With all the hoopla this week about the game, I've been thinking about all the different Super Bowls that have taken place over the years. In the words of the old ABC... Continue Reading →
A few years ago, I got a great deal on an SUV. I tend to buy and hold when it comes to family cars. I've taken good care of my car, but it's approaching 100,000 miles. I worry about it. Will it make another 100,000 miles? Here’s how it plays out in my head. The... Continue Reading →
The woman looked upset. I tried to cheer her up. While I went about my job, I commented on how the flurries outside and the Christmas song on the loudspeaker made me feel festive. She wasn't buying it. She kept her stone face. Before leaving though she thanked me for trying to bring a little... Continue Reading →
My son’s eight-month old English Bulldog likes to rest on my lap. He's built like a tank and appropriately named Panzer. He’ll plop his weight down like he's just come inside after tending a 200 acre farm and let out a deep sigh. His eyes will be heavy and his little tongue will stick out... Continue Reading →
I pulled the ax over my head and thrust it down hard on the large log in front of me. Thwack! I took another swing. Thwack! And another and another. When I was in high school, I worked several summers on a small farm. The farmer hired me to do odd jobs like mowing his... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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