Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My oldest son wanted to get in and get out of the store. He couldn’t wait to try the running shoes on, make sure they fit like he expected, and get back home. The clerk asked him a few questions about fit and color. He grunted yes in response, got what he needed, and was done in less... Continue Reading →
I hated two words in high school. It wasn’t test day, SATs, detention or demerit. Everyone hated the thought of exams or getting in trouble, but I hated something else completely. What could be worse? I hated group projects. “I need you to find a partner,” the teacher would say. Every part of my being... Continue Reading →
I’m a sucker for a good story. When I was a kid, my parents had a family friend. He had a folksy manner and a slow drawl that drew you into any story he was telling. My parents would occasionally make the long Sunday drive to visit with him and his wife. The adults would sit... Continue Reading →
James Lipton, the executive producer and host of the Bravo television series Inside the Actors Studio has had some of the biggest names in the film industry on his show. The guests have included a who’s who of personalities: Paul Newman, Barbara Streisand, Steven Spielberg, Al Pacino, Kate Winslet, Charlize Theron, Harrison Ford, and a... Continue Reading →
How a simple verse keeps having an impact on my life. .................................... The first run-in was by chance. My little world was coming to an end. I feared that I was failing in two of my college classes and felt the weight of my pitiful finances and stresses on my shoulders. I was quickly becoming... Continue Reading →
A small group of baby seagull chicks taught me an important lesson on parenting.
I walked to my car the other day for my drive home from work with a spring in my step. I wouldn’t say that I was skipping, but my heart certainly was. I started the car and the next thing I knew I was pulling up to my street — at least in my mind, my... Continue Reading →
The monster lies in wait for its prey. The monster’s hair is dirty and matted, its dark green eyes look like murky cesspools and goopy drool slithers down its mouth. The monster's claws and fangs glint in the nighttime sky. The monster rises up from its crouch and chases its prey — me. I run... Continue Reading →
With the weather taking an unseasonably warm turn last weekend, I took the opportunity to scrub the large kitchen window in my house like my life depended on it. I scrubbed and scrubbed trying to get a winter’s worth of old spider webs and other gunk off the window. We were having visitors later in... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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