Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I had a friend in college who suffered through an experience like this in high school. I guess it didn't work out too bad for him: He ended up marrying the girl. My short story ideas come from a lot of different thoughts, feelings, and emotions. This story has its share of sentimental fluff, but... Continue Reading →
I lost it. My coworkers wanted answers that I didn’t have time to track down. My wife wanted and deserved help around the house. My daughter wanted her daddy to recognize all the great things that she had learned that day. And my newborn son needed everything that a five-month old baby needs, love, food,... Continue Reading →
I love writing my blog. I love it so much that I probably post too frequently, but it keeps me writing and gives me a chance to write about what's going on in my life. I haven't posted a lot of my short stories, but it's also an opportunity to publish some of my other work. Here's a piece... Continue Reading →
The IT developer was getting agitated with the short, but burly car salesman who sat at his table. They were both nursing drinks, a Long Island Ice Tea for the developer, a craft beer for the salesman. “For the millionth time, I’m not interested in a new car. I like my little Camry, I’m not... Continue Reading →
A short Amish woman, wearing a brownish-gray dress and white prayer cap or covering, was camped outside of my busy work cafeteria in the Philadelphia suburbs on Wednesday selling various jams; large oversized oatmeal cookies; raisin bread smothered in white icing; thick, gooey cinnamon rolls, and, of course, whoopee pies. As soon as the woman had all... Continue Reading →
I feel sort of like the guy who writes a message, rolls it up and puts it into a bottle, and then throws it into the ocean to see where it lands. The note could be an SOS message to potential rescuers, a message to a long-lost love, or even a silly schoolboy note, the topic... Continue Reading →
It’s the throwdown to end all throwdowns. In one corner, you have the street-smart bruiser, who worked the streets of Philly and surrounding Southeastern Pennsylvania countryside to become a rock-hard behemoth with fists made of steel and punches as powerful as bolts of lightning. In the other corner, you have the rural up-start who used the hills and mountains of... Continue Reading →
As the writer of a personal blog, I tend to reveal a lot of information about myself. I’ve written about my mother’s Amish roots; my feelings sending my daughter off to college, my obsession about being on time, and even a close-call with depression. Some would say that I’ve revealed too much information about myself.... Continue Reading →
As a young boy I watched my father take a chunk of wood and hold it in his calloused hands. Others would see it for what it was: a throw-away piece of wood. My father saw something more, something hidden below the surface. He’d analyze the wood, examining it for imperfections or knots and turn... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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