Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When my wife gets in my car after I've driving, she comments regularly on the loud volume of the speaker or radio. Since I have some slight nerve damage in my one ear, when I'm in the car by myself, I have a bad habit of cranking up the speaker. Throw in a favorite song... Continue Reading →
I have a serious worry. I joke about being a curmudgeon and stuck in my ways. I've never really been serious, but I'm starting to really wonder if I'm not becoming a crusty, ill-tempered, old man. I've noticed a few signs. I seem to complain about more things than usual, telling young kids whenever I... Continue Reading →
(A short story on what happens when bad weather forces Santa Claus to make a brief stop on his Christmas Eve journey.) Santa Claus looked down at the gauges on his sleigh. They were teetering close to the danger zone. The swirling snow was tossing and turning his little sleigh and the weather wasn't getting... Continue Reading →
Last week, I started collecting a few Christmas movie lines that remind me about what makes this a great time of year and am sharing them over the holiday season. Be sure to check out Part I. Here's the second in the series. “Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world... Continue Reading →
One of the small, but important things I forgot, but then relearned when I had kids was the magical powers of hot chocolate. My kids used to especially love hot chocolate this time of year, as we drove around looking at Christmas lights or built gingerbread houses or drank it just as a warm treat.... Continue Reading →
I stepped away from my desk the other morning to see that the ground was covered in a soft white fluff of snow. When I went outside there was a slight chill and a stillness in the air, nothing seemed to move, as the flakes came slowly down to their resting place. For a brief... Continue Reading →
When we had our daughter, I remember feeling that I was in over my head. I looked down at her and, yes, she may have been tiny, but I felt even tinier. How was I going to take care of her? How was I going to know what she wanted or even be able to... Continue Reading →
My wife asked me to go with her to a craft store to look at some Christmas decorations. For a lot of guys, this could've been torture. I try to take a longer view. My wife gets to shop and get decorating ideas, while I get to spend some time chit-chatting with her and get... Continue Reading →
I walked in the front door of our house and knew what was coming. My mom took one look at me and yelled out my name. She wanted to know what I had done to my jeans. I went to school with two fresh iron-on patches on the knees. My mom had fixed them the... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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