Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I was waiting for my wife to finish up an appointment recently and I watched as dark, gray clouds took over the once bright, sunny sky and a silence fell over the parking lot. A few minutes earlier birds had been chirping and two squirrels seemed to be playing by a tree. Now, you didn't... Continue Reading →
If you've learned anything in your life, thank a librarian. I wrote this week in Saved by a library about how a library helped me. I know that I'm not the only one who has benefited from a great library, no matter how big or small. The American Library Association celebrates National Libraries Week in... Continue Reading →
The blood was a dark red. I was a young kid and can't remember much else from the day, but two things stand out: my dad’s bloody hand, where he had cut himself on his radial arm band saw, and the huge grin he had spread across his face. My dad was cutting a piece... Continue Reading →
A little bird lets out two weak chirps. At least I think it was a little bird, maybe a chickadee or a sparrow, but I can’t really say for sure since my eyes are closed. And then another bird chirps back. The two birds go back-and-forth, backwards-and-forwards, like this for a few minutes. My wife... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid and would complain to my mom that I was bored, she would threaten to put me to work cleaning the dishes or weeding the garden. She would inevitably tell me to go play outside. If it was raining, her fallback was always the same answer: go play with my brothers... Continue Reading →
In the 2019 romantic comedy, Yesterday, director Danny Boyle imagined what life would be like if magically over night, a struggling musician, that nobody has ever heard of only, is the only person who remembers The Beatles and becomes famous, playing their songs. A crazy premise, yes, but it got me thinking about what would happen... Continue Reading →
I would ask my mom if she needed the car. Since it was Saturday or Sunday afternoon, she didn’t usually mind. If I had some extra cash, I would stop and grab a soda and maybe a snack and drive to the small county library. I would tell my mom that the library's large tables... Continue Reading →
I hadn’t thought about my coworker in a long time, but her name came up in conversation recently and I saw her vividly in my memories. She died several years ago after a courageous health battle. We had been close work friends for a few years -- we saw each other every day -- but... Continue Reading →
I grew up in a beautiful rural area. When I was 17-years-old and felt depressed or claustrophobic growing up in my rural home, I would go for a drive. I would drive past beautiful Amish and non-Amish farms. I would drive past little churches with tall steeples. I would cut through the valley where I... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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