Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The small little puppy was the runt of the litter. She was so small that a strong wind could have pushed her over. The only thing she had holding her down were her flopsy-topsy ears. She was born a few weeks earlier and was having a tough going surviving. We watched as her bigger and... Continue Reading →
I clicked off the conference call and got up from the desk. I was beat. It was one of those days when it was one meeting after another. I opened the office door and was surprised to see my newfound friend waiting for me in the hall. My daughter's cat greeted me with a meow... Continue Reading →
I've been in a crazy downward swirl lately. —I put my wallet down and two minutes later I can't remember where I put it. I ask my wife where the cell phone cord is that she just gave me. She looks at me strange. Of course, it's in my hand. "Duh, how'd that get there."... Continue Reading →
The Amazon truck pulled up to my house and the driver walked down the driveway. I watched him from my desk, trying to remember what we bought. Was it the school supplies my wife bought for her classroom? Or perhaps the new light I needed for my desk? Before I could figure it out, Nittany... Continue Reading →
I can only hear bits and pieces, but I hear my wife's voice trailing in the kitchen. I'm in my office on the second floor. I hear a word or two, but then her voice gets garbled and is out of hearing range. I'm wracking my brain: "Who in the heck is she talking to?"... Continue Reading →
I guess there's always hope. I wrote last November on how the National Zoo in Washington, DC had to say an emotional farewell to three giant pandas, on loan from China. I wrote too on how my wife and I fell in love with the pandas when we young and lived in Northern Virginia. We... Continue Reading →
My wife has become fascinated with a little bird friend that keeps visiting our backyard. The bird comes every morning and evening, perching itself on the far edge of the deck. The little guy peaks into our kitchen window and sings my wife a song. We’re by no means bird people, but my wife thinks... Continue Reading →
I stopped by the front desk and the maitre d' showed me to my table. "Right this way, Sir." The party was in full session. Oh, in reality I was just taking a short break from work and had stepped out onto our front porch to sit on a rocker, but when I closed my... Continue Reading →
The meeting was winding to a close. I had been worried about it all morning. I wanted to make sure that my client got what she needed. It was made even more awkward because there seemed to be an abnormally high level of tension and a confrontation of egos over whose needs were more important.... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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