Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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 →
Little heart candies with cute phrases like "be mine," or "kiss me" or "love forever." Cards with baby fawns and a heart with the phrase "Hello Valentine, I think you're a deer." Small red hearts full of milk and dark chocolate candies. Oh, when I think of Valentine's Day, I don't think of social media's... Continue Reading →
In one version of me, I exercise and run every day. In this version of me, I must live in San Diego or somewhere beautiful and warm, because the sun is out and sparkling and I look cool as a peach. I like this version. I drink cucumber smoothies for breakfast, have six-pack abs, and look... Continue Reading →
(I ran a version of this story in January 2016. It's been updated and revised with current publishing data.) Patricia Cornwell’s books take-up two rows in my local library. Danielle Steele, now 76, has slowed in recent years, but she’s holding strong with two shelves of her own. James Patterson — the master — leads... Continue Reading →
(Reposted from Nov. 13, 2017) I had the dream again. It’s the same one I’ve had for months. I’m walking on one of my favorite wooded, running trails. It’s Autumn. The trees are a bright orange, red, and yellow. Every curve, every twist, in the trail brings out a new colorful surprise. Large antlered deer,... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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