First came the little old man who lived up the street and always liked to question why the milk and bread and everything else for that matter were so expensive. He'd hold up a loaf of bread and ask out loud if I thought the bread was worth whatever the grocery store was charging. I'd... Continue Reading →
The talk in the car came rapid-fire. One minute my daughter would spit back the GPS directions on her phone, yelling for me to turn right or left, the next minute, my wife, her face scrunched close to her phone looking at apartment complexes, would ask my daughter if she had checked out an apartment... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, my mother gave me lots of room for trial and error. As long as I worked hard in school and did my chores, she let me to my own devices. She wouldn’t hound me about the music I listened to or about staying up late. She understood that I needed... Continue Reading →
While I dug into my bag to find my reporter's notebook and pen, he poured me a glass of sweet tea. We sat at his kitchen table and he couldn’t have been nicer. I had called him for help with my story and he suggested that since he had the day off from work, I... Continue Reading →
I gave a wide berth to the sports car in front of me. I cringed in my seat as I watched the driver start to slide down the slushy hill. The snow had started in the early morning as an icy rain, switched over to snow around noon, and had dumped a good three inches... Continue Reading →
My hands became clammy. I started to fret over what to say and how to fit in with the rest of my coworkers. The anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach ticked off like a bomb waiting to go off and I cursed when I accidentally spilled my water bottle onto my tie. The... Continue Reading →
With the moon a bright, white globe lighting up the nighttime sky, my wife and I ran up the granite steps. We made sure to watch out for the cluttered groups of teenagers and families in front of us, gawking and taking selfies. With the weather so nice, everyone wanted to get out and enjoy... Continue Reading →
I got in my car and felt like crud, lower than dog poo on the bottom of your shoe. I had been putting in tons of hours at work, extra hours each evening and again on the weekend. For once, I was hoping to leave early, but it wasn’t in the cards, one fire cropped... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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