Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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 →
I stalk around my room, like a mad scientist, talking and grunting to myself in a gibberish that's hard for anyone else to understand. I'm surrounded by a lab full of beakers and various half-started projects. When I sit down at my laptop, I type out two or three sentences, read what I've written and... Continue Reading →
We come out of turn three and I race to the inside, slipping in between car #51 and #9. I imagine the anger that the driver of car #51 must be spewing towards me. I expect that he's raising his fist in fury at me. We've been trading spots all night, racing around the track... Continue Reading →
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