Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My sons finish-up school this week. They’ll hand in their books, clean out their lockers, and get ready for the summer. It will be a fun week for them. We live now in a society controlled by the web and social media. For all the change this has meant, one big end-of-the-year school activity has stayed the same.... Continue Reading →
I think kids today are missing out. They’re missing out on one of my all-time favorite hobbies. When I was young, my mom kept a large, green shoebox full of family pictures in her bedroom closet. When I was bored or felt blue and needed a pick-me-up I’d pull the box out to look at... Continue Reading →
The clock in my head was going off: beep, beep, beep. The blaring sound got louder with every passing moment. I was late and the alarm wouldn’t stop until I got to my destination, my local county courthouse. I wasn’t technically late yet. I was still a few minutes early, but I needed to find... Continue Reading →
When wave-after-wave of Japanese fighter planes attacked Pearl Harbor a little before 8 a.m. on December 7, 1941, Chief Watertender Peter Tomich was on duty below the USS Utah working in the ship’s boiler room. The ship, moored off Ford Island, suffered significant torpedo damage in the raid and began to capsize. As water started... Continue Reading →
I can still hear the metallic crunch. Twenty five years later, if I close my eyes, I can still hear the crush of metal upon metal. I had just bought my first new car. I was working as a small-town newspaper reporter and had gotten a great deal on a new Geo Storm. The beater-up... Continue Reading →
There’s no way around it: People can be downright horrible. I feel like all that I've heard lately are stories about the terrible things that we do to each other supposedly in the name of love and friendship. I’m not talking about war or terrorism. I’m referring to the run of the mill things that... Continue Reading →
After a long, long day running from meeting to meeting, I came home from work the other night and, if you had never set foot in our house before, you would have thought I had been away for decades. I opened the front door and our dog, Nittany, a five-year-old Bichon Frise – Shih Tzu greeted... Continue Reading →
I was a mess. The dust from the tar roof that we were ripping off naturally settled on whatever skin of mine that was exposed — mainly my arms and face —and when mixed with my sweat burned like I had put them in the middle of a raging bonfire. The sun, with the temperature... Continue Reading →
My son went about his normal routine. He got a quick shower and got dressed without a care in the world, like it was just a regular school day. I stubbed my toe and felt on edge. My son made himself some coffee and grabbed a bagel for breakfast. When he had eaten the bagel... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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