Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
We had barely pulled into Morgantown for a visit with our son, a freshman at West Virginia University, when he had asked us to make a Target run. When we got back to his dorm, he pulled the shopping bags out of our SUV like they were coming off an assembly line, handing them out... Continue Reading →
There’s so much bad news right now. Russia threatens to use its nuclear arsenal to hold on to its slipping territorial gains in Ukraine. A landslide in Venezuela has killed at least 25 people with another 50 missing. Economists continue to worry about inflation and if you listen closely, they even talk in hushed tones... Continue Reading →
The professor asked the class to drop off our papers on our way out of the room. My heart sank. I knew it was a long shot, but I had hoped he would forget, and I’d get a reprieve, at least for the weekend. I pulled my paper out of my bag and waited my... Continue Reading →
It's late February 1989. Supreme Leader of Iran Ayatollah Khomeini places a $3 million bounty on the head of The Satanic Verses author Salman Rushdie. President George H. Bush attends the funeral of Japanese Emperor Hirohito, before meeting with China's Deng Xiaoping and South Korea's Roh Tae-woo. The Dallas Cowboys fire coach Tom Landry after... 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 →
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 old man in the New York Yankees baseball hat goes for a walk every day at the same time. He leaves his house a little after 8 in the morning, walks for about 30 minutes and finishes up in front of the small café where he grabs a coffee and a bagel. When he’s... Continue Reading →
I held my phone up to the scanner to get my boarding pass, but nothing happened. I turned it in a different direction, but the scanner still failed to pick up the QR code. I looked up for help. What was I doing wrong? Finally, a Muslim woman with the airline, wearing a hijab, a... Continue Reading →
I looked behind me and saw the red flashing lights. I sat back in my seat disgusted, I was being pulled over. When I was completely stopped, the police officer stepped out of his squad car and slowly made his way to my car. He wore shiny Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses and motioned for me to... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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