Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When my oldest son was a young boy, he would dress-up in a white t-shirt and green camo pants and play soldier. He’d march out the backdoor with a pack over his shoulder and his bb gun, where he’d set up targets in the yard. The bb gun was far from the best. It was... Continue Reading →
I stepped away from my desk. I had been working nonstop since mid-morning. I walked downstairs from my home office to see my son pull into the driveway. I greeted him at the door with a smile. We chatted briefly about his day and I told him about my meetings. Before he went up to his... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, my parents purchased a set of encyclopedias. I don’t know if they purchased them from a door-to-door salesman, mail order or some other way. My memory is a bit foggy. All I know is that a large chunk of the alphabet showed up one day. I think a few of... Continue Reading →
The Mississippi native was talking about all the things wrong with his home state. He listed the problems and the state’s ranking in various nationwide surveys rapid fire. He knew them well and mocked the state's poor showing: Ranked 50th in poverty. Ranked 49th in the mortality rate, suicide rate, smoking rate, mental health, infant mortality... Continue Reading →
I talk back to the screen. I question why the screen writer took the plot of the story in one way instead of another or why the character that we haven’t seen in two episodes has apparently come back from the dead. I throw up my hands in frustration. When the CIA officer in the... Continue Reading →
I was struck recently by the confusion of the world we live. One day you keep your head down and go to work or celebrate family night, the next, you go to the doctor for a nagging cough as one of my friends did recently and come back with some unsettling news. When I get... Continue Reading →
My son was sick the other day. His allergies were giving him trouble and he had cold-like symptoms. He was generally fine, but you could tell he was tired and, with several tests coming up, he needed a break. My wife gave him an over-the-counter nasal spray and, just like that, he was better. The... Continue Reading →
I reached out my arm to grab a slimy vine. I strained hard to reach it. Finally, I had it in my hands and pulled down as hard as I could. Instead of lifting me up, the vine snapped in half, leaving me with a small branch in my hand and I, unfortunately, sank lower... Continue Reading →
I cringed in my seat. I was annoyed. The speaker was supposed to be talking about college admissions and how to help your son or daughter pick a major. Instead, he was going down a completely different path, talking about how he as a white guy has received certain advantages that his female or non-white... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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