Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
To the person who hit my wife’s car: I must admit that we almost missed the damage. Oh, you stinker! Yup, you got us, you surprised us. It took a day or two for us to see where you sideswiped the rear passenger side of our car and drove away without exchanging insurance information, without... Continue Reading →
After ten days of public mourning, Queen Elizabeth II was taken to Westminster Abbey — where she was crowned in 1953 — and then laid to rest on Monday. I’ve written in the past that I’m not big follower of the British Royals, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find the family dynamics fascinating. Here’s... Continue Reading →
When I was a young boy, my mother would let me play at a friend's house. We’d play with her brother’s Matchbox cars, or I’d cart my Lincoln Logs and we’d build a fort. We would be allowed to play uninterrupted for hours as long as we didn’t bother her mother in the middle of... Continue Reading →
My wife and I are looking for a new mattress. Ours has seen better days. The mattress slumps in the middle and squishes on the sides. You can forget about getting a good night’s sleep. We wake up feeling worse than when we went to bed. The only one who actually enjoys sleeping on our... Continue Reading →
I felt like such a fool. My wife had given birth to our second child. We were a few months into our new life as a family of four. We thought we knew what to expect, but we both were falling into bed at the end of the night exhausted and on our last legs.... Continue Reading →
We’d walk into class and sit down next to our friends. I’d try to sit next to Darren or Steve. If they weren’t in my class, maybe Robbie or Dana from the school bus. We were crazy elementary school kids, full of first day jitters. If you didn’t have any friends in the same class,... Continue Reading →
My wife and I were exhausted. We had a busy week and were enjoying a quiet weekend, so we decided to take a short nap. When we woke a short while later, I couldn’t get The Hollies and their 1969 song “He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother” out of my head. A song with meaning... Continue Reading →
I walked away with tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t have been more thant 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 my shenanigans and simply pointed to my room She was sending me there to... Continue Reading →
The little girl ran ahead of her mom in the airport, trying to catch up to her dad. She couldn’t have been older than three or four. When she ran, she kept looking all around her, amazed by the rush of people, the bright sun shining in from the high windows, and the restaurants and... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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