Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I was bored as a young kid, I used to lie in the grass and look up in the sky. I would look at the clouds and the crazy shapes they would make, squinting and imagining an elephant with a long trunk or a duck floating on a lazy river of blue. In reality... Continue Reading →
I'm a simple man. I'm as practical and down-to-earth as they come. I prefer logic and reason over hunches. Give me a choice and I'll choose clarity and what I can see, touch, and taste, over the inferred and the innuendo; the Evening News over TV tabloid shows; and The Godfather and it's epic story... Continue Reading →
I wasn't out in the sun long this weekend, but I still got a nice little tan on the back of my neck. It's kind of appropriate. I'll be thinking about sunscreen this week. You see I'll be attending my local high school graduation this week. I get to watch my niece cross the podium.... 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 looked through the glass enclosure at the chameleon. The tiny lizard had a brownish color and pattern that blended into the base of tree. It was hard to tell where he ended, and the tree began. If it weren’t for a sign identifying him and giving basic information on the life of a chameleon,... Continue Reading →
I’m training to be a professional IndyCar race car driver. My wife? She’s become a world renown ballroom dancer. What’s going on? We regularly talk to our kids on the weekends. These conversations are always interesting. However, as empty nesters, we don’t always have a lot to say. They’re the ones doing lots of cool... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story ran on September 24, 2018. My faith has its ups and downs, its rough patches and moments of clarity, but through it all, I’m grateful to be loved.) I pushed the button rolling down my window and let the afternoon sun and wind whip through the car. My day had... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I was certain that quicksand would be the death of me. I’ve written in the past about how I was convinced that I would step into a deep pond of quicksand and not be able to get out. You couldn't blame me for feeling that way. Quicksand seemed to show... Continue Reading →
Several years ago, we went hiking in Shenandoah National Park in Northern Virginia, but even with the covered woods, the bright sun beat down on us. My shirt was soaked with sweat and dirt. The climb back up the hill where we parked was slow. I would walk for a minute or two and then... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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