Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Let's get ready to rumble. Last Sunday in the National League Playoff game against the Los Angeles Dodgers and the San Diego Padres, tempers flared on the field and in the Dodger Stadium stands. The second game of the series was delayed for 12 minutes after fans tossed baseballs and trash in the direction of... Continue Reading →
Some might say I'm opinionated. I like to think I'm wise. Tomayto, tomahto. I've noticed that some of my opinions put me in the minority. I don't mind though. I know I'm right. Here's what I mean: —The Beach Boys were blah. I love the water. I love the beach and I definitely love good... Continue Reading →
When I was kid, I wasn't big on staying overnight at my friend's houses. I scared easily in the night. I liked my own routine. Most important, I liked knowing where the bathroom was. The one house I didn’t mind staying over, though, was my friend Noah's house. I loved staying over there because he... Continue Reading →
Earlier this summer, my youngest son waffled on the date he needed us to pack up the SUV and take him back to school. He went back and forth seeing the merit and challenges of a couple of different options. It was a minor thing. My wife though looked at me. She expected me to... Continue Reading →
The Amazon truck pulled up to my house and the driver walked down the driveway. I watched him from my desk, trying to remember what we bought. Was it the school supplies my wife bought for her classroom? Or perhaps the new light I needed for my desk? Before I could figure it out, Nittany... Continue Reading →
My head fell to my chest. I had a horrible day. My boss liked the proposal that I had spent weeks putting together, but he wanted me to make a sizable addition that was going to take a ton of time. My drive home was extended by an hour because of a heavy downpour and... Continue Reading →
My wife and I were packing for a weekend away recently and I asked her if she had seen a pair of my missing dress shorts. "Do you know where my gray shorts are?" I asked. "You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones you got me for my birthday." "Oh yes, it's my... Continue Reading →
I knew at an early age that I didn't want to work in the local steel mill, become a farm worker, or enlist in the military — the careers that many of my classmates in my small rural high school chose. They were all fine pursuits, but I figured out that my interests lie elsewhere.... Continue Reading →
My wife has to think that I'm crazy. Last Friday, all I talked about was getting up early the next day and working in our yard. I had big plans to mow the yard and trim some bushes. I even made plans to clean out and rearrange our garage. I was going to get up... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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