Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
A few weeks ago, I pulled the car over and turned off the engine. I had been making a couple of errands and was driving home when I rounded a corner and narrowly missed hitting a large deer that had darted across the road. I let out a sigh and tried to catch my breath.... Continue Reading →
The world can be a loud and crazy place. For every believer or supporter, we'll run into ten other doubters. Sometimes we need to tell others to be quiet, and to trust the artist inside of us. We need close the blinds to the outside world and trust ourselves! We need to trust our instinct.... Continue Reading →
I was in the doldrums. I wondered why I wasn’t having as much fun at work. I couldn’t pinpoint it. I sat down late in the evening with my wife, and it hit me. I’ve had a number of presentations and large team meetings over the past month and not much time for myself to... Continue Reading →
We had barely pulled into Morgantown for a visit with our son, a freshman at West Virginia University, when he had asked us to make a Target run. When we got back to his dorm, he pulled the shopping bags out of our SUV like they were coming off an assembly line, handing them out... Continue Reading →
I had it all planned. My wife and I were going to travel to Lima, Peru and then onto Junin in the central highlands, catch up with our daughter, a Peace Corps volunteer, and we would travel to see Machu Picchu — the 15th-century Incan citadel located in in Southern Peru in the Andes Mountains... Continue Reading →
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then here's three thousand of the best I can create. Hopefully they do the job. Happy weekend.
When our kids were young, we used to read them the book “Love You Forever” by Robert Munsch and illustrated by Sheila McGraw. The mother in the story holds her new baby and slowly rocks him back and forth, singing: “I’ll love you forever, I’ll love you for always, as long as I’m living my... Continue Reading →
The little boy had a Spiderman backpack and raced up and down the sidewalk, while his mother held tight to her dog and leaned against a neighbor’s fence, her head down looking at her smartphone. Coming back from a coffee run, I drove past several small groups of moms and dad, all different ages and... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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