Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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 →
As the air cooled overnight, a thick, heavy layer of fog would regularly roll in and envelope the valley where we lived. In the morning, you’d walk outside to a moist, gray haze. Visibility would fall to next to nothing -- you'd be able to see maybe a few yards ahead and that would be... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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