Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When singer Tina Turner was at her lowest, she was hiding out from her abusive ex-husband Ike Turner and had little to no money coming in to survive. When Turner's died last week, I knew much of her story. I knew how she had clawed her way out of a horrible situation and back to... Continue Reading →
Oh, I got nothing today. The proverbial "can" as in having a blog post prepared and "in the can and ready to go at a moment's notice" is empty. The in-the-moment water spout is dry too, in fact it’s as dry as the Mojave Desert. Oh, it's not for the lack of trying. I sit... Continue Reading →
When I grew up rural Central Pennsylvania, my Cub Scout pack or my Little League Team would walk each year in our local Memorial Day Parade. We'd get dressed up in our scout or baseball uniform and we'd meet at the far end of town outside a local church. We'd line up in small rows... Continue Reading →
Memorial Day in the U.S. began as a way to honor those who died in the Civil War and has become a day to honor all American veterans who gave their lives in sacrifice to our nation. It's right that we should remember these heroes for everything they've given us. Image by Andri via Pexels.... Continue Reading →
I was reminded once again that life often comes down to your attitude. I flew back to the East Coast two weeks ago after spending a week with my son helping him drive his car to California. When we arrived at the Las Vegas Airport and I had to leave, I was not in the... Continue Reading →
Two people start dating. They’re happy, they enjoy each other’s company. They introduce each other to their friends and family. Time goes by and it feels right and the guy gets down on one knee and proposes. They walk down the aisle, they say they're I do’s, they drink and dance at the reception. They mix... Continue Reading →
When the music teacher came into our third or fourth grade class and gave us small plastic recorders to try out for ourselves to motivate us to think about learning to play an instrument, I yawned. I didn't care much for the tinny sound. I gave the recorder and any other instrument for that matter... Continue Reading →
A little boy runs to his grandfather, two little girls raise up a sign that says, “mommy we love you,” and a young man waits for his girlfriend with a bouquet of flowers. Yes, I wrote recently about how I love airport arrivals. I'm always amazed at how the arrivals gate can bring back my... Continue Reading →
I was a mess. The dust from the tar roof that we were ripping off naturally settled on whatever skin was exposed — mainly my arms and face —and when mixed with my sweat, felt like I had stepped into the middle of a raging bonfire. On top of that, the sun, hitting the 95... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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