Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
(The original version of this story ran in September 2022. I've made several updates.) I walked away with tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t have been more than 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... Continue Reading →
The movie The American President was released on this date thirty years ago. For my money, it’s the best movie made about the presidency. There have been others that have touched on politics and power including Dave (1993), Dr. Strangelove (1964), All the President's Men (1976), and Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939). But I... Continue Reading →
When I think back on my dad's heart attack in 1980, I see everything happening in slow motion. My father in a flannel work shirt lying down on the sofa for a nap. My oldest brother rushing to call the local ambulance. My heart pounding with fear of the unknown. The thing that sticks out... Continue Reading →
When I was in middle school, my friends and I were on the football team and raced from class at the other end of the hall to the locker room. We had to get into our football equipment and out onto the field. Our coaches wanted us on time. They didn't want us to be... Continue Reading →
My wife came home the other day exhausted and drained. She works as a special education teacher and the days can sometimes be tough. Her students were especially rambunctious and were in no mood to be pent up all day. They whined and complained and didn't want to listen. She came home with her head... Continue Reading →
I write a short blurb down on a piece of paper. It's not much. Just a few scrawled words. If I'm being honest, the handwriting is awful. Just horrible. I’ve been known to exaggerate on occasion. I’m not exaggerating now. If I've been away and haven't looked at the scrawled words, I return and find... Continue Reading →
The car's lights shown directly into my eyes. In the dark I could tell the car was coming up fast on me. I knew the road well, but thanks to the dark night and windy road, I kept relatively close to the 45 mph speed limit. On nights like this one deer loved to feast... Continue Reading →
I have questions. We're watching a spy thriller on TV. I have questions about what's coming next. I want to know where the spy is going on a dimly lit road. I want to know who he's meeting up with and what they're whispering to each other. I'll grab the remote control and stop the... Continue Reading →
(I ran a version of this story in September 2018. I've made some updates.) I looked around the dimly lit auditorium and noted the thick cushioned seats, large stage curtain, and cement walls. I sat in an auditorium just like this one more than thirty years ago at my high school baccalaureate service. Like then,... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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