Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
(I first ran this story in 2017. My babies are grown now. But, I've never stopped worrying about them.) Last week when I was rifling through a box in our basement, I found an old calendar. I started to push it aside, but something caught my eye. My wife must have had an appointment with... Continue Reading →
I'm at local coffee shop waiting for my wife. After about five minutes, I break out into a smile and throw my right hand up in the air. I see my old boss Craig. I haven't seen Craig in at least eight years. When I first entered Corporate America, Craig was a VP and was... Continue Reading →
The world can be a crazy place. Sometimes it helps to step back and list a few of the things you’re grateful for. I’m making it a habit each week to list three blessings. Here’s what I’m grateful for this week, December 1-6. What I'm grateful for: —Ch-ch-changes! In his laboratory in New Jersey on... Continue Reading →
Late last year, my wife and I sat in front of our Christmas tree. The lights in the house and the television were turned off. There was no music. We just sat and stared at the tree. It was still a few days before Christmas. My wife had to get up early the next day... Continue Reading →
We had our first snow of the year on Tuesday. The first snow in many cultures is linked to magic, love, and new beginnings. For example, in Korean culture it's believed that witnessing the first snow with someone special can lead to a lasting relationship. The snow wasn't much, not much more than a coating... Continue Reading →
On Thanksgiving Day, CBS Announcer Jim Nantz described how Kansas City Chiefs Quarterback Patrick Mahomes ran to the outside to avoid getting sacked by a chasing Dallas Cowboys defender. At the last minute, Mahomes threw the ball incomplete to one of his receivers. Nantz described how Mahomes waited as long as possible for his receiver... Continue Reading →
(The original version of this story ran in September 2022. I've made several updates.) I walked away with tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old. I turned around to try my case before the judge and jury one more time, but my mom had enough of... Continue Reading →
My mom lied. My dad too. When I was a kid, I asked my mom one time for a second bowl of ice cream. For some reason, the memory sticks out in my head. I remember she ruffled my hair and turned me down. It was a hard no, the kind of no that told... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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