Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When most folks think of preschool television, they think of Sesame Street and Elmo and Big Bird and the Muppet Characters. It makes sense Sesame Street is the long running kids program on American television. However, I think of another program. Who remembers The Electric Company? Learning is fun The Electric Company ran for six... Continue Reading →
As soon as we got off one theme park ride, we ran to the next and the next. Fifteen years ago, we went to Walt Disney World. Our kids had been asking and my wife and I had been working hard at work. We needed the break. We saved up the money and set a... Continue Reading →
(Reposting a previous blog with some slight editing.) I wrote this piece more than thirty years ago when I worked as a reporter at a small newspaper and was sent out to cover a house fire that had come across the police scanner. The sad thing is that the piece never appeared anywhere — at... Continue Reading →
I’m dying. It's a sobering thought. Oh, I’m not dying today, nor tomorrow, nor the next day, at least as far as I know. I have nothing specifically wrong with me and I don’t know the specific date when I'm passing onto the next life, but I'm still dying. I don't mean to diminish the health... Continue Reading →
On August 5, 1926, in one of his last public stunts, American magician Harry Houdini spent 91 minutes buried alive in an underwater airtight coffin, beating rival magician Rahman Bey's time of one hour. Houdini, a world famous escape artist, illusionist, and stunt performer, repeated the feat twice more in preparation to revive his traveling... Continue Reading →
You never know where you’ll get some good advice. My wife and I went to an ice cream shop on a recent Sunday afternoon and saw a silly saying on a dish towel. My dish of "Death by Chocolate" was to die for, but I’m thinking I found my new permanent call to action. "Money... Continue Reading →
I took the elevator down to the ground floor and walked to my parents car. We had moved my stuff into my dorm and all we needed to do was say our goodbyes. The quad area was crazy, parents and kids were coming from all directions, pushing and pulling trollies. I was saying goodbye to... Continue Reading →
I would get in the car and wipe away a tear. When my kids were infants and we needed daycare assistance, my wife and I would share drop-off duties. I found leaving the kids to be the hardest job in the world. I would always leave with a tear. Oh, my tears made no sense,... Continue Reading →
I look angry in the picture. I’m certainly not amused. My mom asked me to slide next to a small lifelike statue of a Native American Girl. She was wearing a beaded dress and a feather in her long hair. I’m about six or seven-years-old in the picture. I wasn’t sure of girls my age... Continue Reading →
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