Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
In Clement Clarke Moore’s memorable poem, “Twas' the Night Before Christmas,” the house was quiet as can be, the stockings were hung by the chimney with care and the children were all nestled in their beds – in the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Moore, an ancient languages scholar, wrote the poem... Continue Reading →
The service department manager had his cellphone up to his ear, but kept cracking jokes under his breadth to the worker standing next to him about the computer system being down again. The worker just smiled and kept looking at his own screen. Unlike the two of them, I wasn’t smiling. I had my car... Continue Reading →
One response: the blog stinks. A second response: No, no, move over Elon Musk and your newest electric car, the blog is the best thing since sliced bread. I take a different approach today. In particular, I’m looking for feedback. This blog is the best thing you've read in the past ten years or it... Continue Reading →
The whirling jigsaw cut through the wood like a sharp knife slicing through butter, sending dust and wood chips through the air. The shop teacher watched me closely with a blank stare, but he left me in control of everything. My father had a similar saw at home, but he didn’t like us kids using... Continue Reading →
I’m convinced that God has a warped sense of humor. Before anyone takes offense, I mean no harm and I can find no record of my hypothesis in the Bible. However, I say it because I think my sense of humor is pretty warped too. (We're in his image, right?) Here’s what I mean: I... Continue Reading →
Indigenous cultures occasionally focus on spirit animals who help guide and direct them during times of trouble. It’s not just the native cultures, but modern day fiction too. In J.K. Rowling’s Wizarding World of Magic, Harry Potter’s Patronus charm takes the shape of a stag, just like his father. Wizards use the spell as protection in... Continue Reading →
The teacher stood over me like an angry giant. Looking back now I’m guessing that he couldn’t have been more 5’8 or 5’9 tall and probably had just graduated from college, but to me the substitute teacher held a position of authority, looked pleased to catch his prey out of the classroom, and like he... Continue Reading →
When I was a young kid, I stumbled across the black-and-white 1947 movie, Miracle on 34th Street, starring Maureen O’Hara, John Payne, and a young Natalie Wood. My parents weren't home and instead of watching football late on a Sunday afternoon, I started watching the movie. I fell in love with the plot right away,... Continue Reading →
I reached for my phone six times on my 40-minute drive to work. I picked up my jacket thinking it was in a pocket and then quickly put it back down, reminding myself each time that I would have to live without my phone for the day. Instead of listening to my favorite music on... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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