Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My mom lied to me. I'm talking a "liar, liar, pants on fire" lie. A big one. Right up there with The Grinch's lie to Cindy Lou Who that he was Santa Claus and he was taking her family's Christmas tree to his workshop to fix a broken light from the 1957 book, How the... Continue Reading →
I reviewed the list of record albums like my life depended on it. I'd put one album on my list and then take two others off. I had been going at it for forty minutes. I had no plans to stop anytime soon. I kept going back and forth. Eagles Live, check. The new band,... Continue Reading →
American Poet Robert Frost wrote "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" in June 1922 at his Vermont home after an all-night writing session. The poem first appeared in print in The New Republic on March 7, 1923, before appearing in his Pulitzer Prize-winning collection, New Hampshire, later that year. The poem describes a traveler in a horse-drawn... Continue Reading →
My natural reaction sets in. I want to jump in and get results. I want to take charge. I want to give a few directions and solve the problem, large or small. If need be, I want to throw good old hard work and some elbow grease at the problem to make it go away.... Continue Reading →
I fell. I got up and fell again. I got up and tried again, this time falling a third time. When I wanted to stay down, I was reminded that there's always hope. I gave it another shot and this time it worked. Here's to second, third, and fourth attempts and to keeping faith that... Continue Reading →
Chris Evert scored a point and then Martina Navratilova came back with two more. Tennis was foreign to me. Few people I knew played except for the two older couples I saw at our local park when my mom dropped me off for baseball practice. I was flipping the channels on our old family TV one... Continue Reading →
We complicate things. I know I do. I worry. I stress. I get in my own head. Let's not even talk about how I get in my own way. I saw a meme the other day that simplifies things to the nth degree. I would give credit, but there was no attribution, just wisdom out... Continue Reading →
Stand-up comedian and actor Pete Holmes jokes that if his dog had a cellphone, he would have 382 missed calls. I'm thinking that works for granddogs too. For the next few weeks, we're watching my son's 11-month Old English Bulldog while my son prepares for his college final exams. Panzer is great puppy, but he... Continue Reading →
I stood up. I hammered my fist on the table like I was making my case. I was on the attack. I was every 60s and 70s lawyer and crime fighter that I had seen on my family's grainy TV set. I was Perry Mason, Jim Rockford, Quincy and many more all wrapped up into... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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