Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I stood up. I hammered my fist on the table like I was making my case. I was on the attack. I was every 60s and 70s lawyer and crime fighter that I had seen on my family's grainy TV set. I was Perry Mason, Jim Rockford, Quincy and many more all wrapped up into... Continue Reading →
The ground is packed hard. It hasn't rained in months. Writers need ideas and inspirations to keep us going. My walking path in recent weeks has been dry. Oh, the ideas have come but they've been slow to generate. I'll get an idea, but the gap before the next one comes along will be long.... Continue Reading →
When April comes around each year, I find myself naturally thinking about great pranks in history. One theory on the origin of April Fools' Day states that it came about in the 1500s. When France switched from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar, New Year's Day was moved from late March to January 1. People... Continue Reading →
I had to buy a mouse for my work computer. The box came yesterday covered in bubble wrap. Yup, you guessed it. For the next hour, I kept myself busy in meetings popping the bubbles. Someone said something amusing, pop-pop. Another person said something important about a project I'm working on, pop-pop-pop. Oh, thank goodness... Continue Reading →
No leprechauns here. No shillelaghs. No corned beef and cabbage. And no lucky four-leaf clovers either. But lots of hope and good will. The middle of March can be a tough one. In the Northern Hemisphere, winter more often than not still has a firm grip on folks. Spring played a captivating temptress last week.... Continue Reading →
When I was a young reporter, I looked up one evening from my small cubicle and looked around in shock. An hour earlier you could have heard a pin drop in the newsroom. It was empty. Now it was like a three ring circus. The buzz in the building was so loud it gave me... Continue Reading →
The whitetail deer lay low on the ground. From my perch in my local library, I could see the doe in the shrubs. I missed her at first. When I looked back though, I saw her head bobbing up and down, left to right, looking and listening. She was resting, but still on guard, ready... Continue Reading →
In my dream, I'm running from the law. I have no idea what I've done. It has nothing to do with the news of the day. There's no mask-covered ICE agents. Conservative or Liberal have nothing to do with it. But time is still of the essence. I run through the house with a duffle... Continue Reading →
A few things on my mind. —Nails on a chalkboard. I have a pet peeve: People who drive without cleaning the snow off their cars. Snow turns into ice and when on a moving vehicle, it often impairs vision or flies off and ends badly for other drivers. It’s that simple. Everyone has to deal... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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