Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I was in college, this was a tough time of the year. Finals exams. The mere mention of the word still brings up tightness and and pressure in my stomach. The challenge wasn't any one exam, it was the gauntlet of having four or five exams all within a few days of each other.... Continue Reading →
A rainy chill has come in the middle of the night. It's not overly cold, but still cold enough and it’s one of those mornings when you run quickly to the bathroom to do your business and then back again to get back under the warm covers. The sheets and comforter on the bed are... Continue Reading →
The call came out of the blue. I was busy trying to meet a deadline, but I picked up the phone anyway. A friend, who was a professor at the college where I had worked in the communications office several years earlier, called and peppered me with questions on why I wasn't going back to... Continue Reading →
A few months ago, I was driving late at night after picking up my son at college. We had to stop for gas. When I got back on the road, we had to drive up a small mountain and a heavy fog had rolled in, slowing our progress. Fortunately, I remembered what my Driver's Ed... Continue Reading →
When you first become a parent, the maternity nurses and staff are saints. They check frequently on your darling new baby; help the mother get comfortable with breast-feeding, if that's your desire; physically check the backseat of your car to make sure that you have the carseat correctly locked in; and even hold your hand... Continue Reading →
I was waiting for my wife to finish up an appointment recently and I watched as dark, gray clouds took over the once bright, sunny sky and a silence fell over the parking lot. A few minutes earlier birds had been chirping and two squirrels seemed to be playing by a tree. Now, you didn't... Continue Reading →
If you've learned anything in your life, thank a librarian. I wrote this week in Saved by a library about how a library helped me. I know that I'm not the only one who has benefited from a great library, no matter how big or small. The American Library Association celebrates National Libraries Week in... Continue Reading →
The blood was a dark red. I was a young kid and can't remember much else from the day, but two things stand out: my dad’s bloody hand, where he had cut himself on his radial arm band saw, and the huge grin he had spread across his face. My dad was cutting a piece... Continue Reading →
A little bird lets out two weak chirps. At least I think it was a little bird, maybe a chickadee or a sparrow, but I can’t really say for sure since my eyes are closed. And then another bird chirps back. The two birds go back-and-forth, backwards-and-forwards, like this for a few minutes. My wife... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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