Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
We all face death and grief in our own way and time. For some people, that time is measured in weeks or months, for others it's in years. Some shut down or throw themselves into their work, some grieve with tears, others spend time talking with caring friends or going for long walks. And then... Continue Reading →
When host Jame Lipton was alive, he used to ask guests of his show, Inside the Actors Studio, "if God exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?" He got the usual responses, but some off the wall ones too: Harrison Ford responded, "You're much better-looking in... Continue Reading →
I would be angry, the frustration would build up, and the tears would come, but I didn't really have much of a way to stop them. I would promise myself that I would speak better the next time, I would speak slower, and the words would be clearer. When I think about my stutter and... Continue Reading →
(Reposted from December 2019.) The teacher stood over me like an angry giant. Looking back now I’m guessing that he couldn’t have been more than 5’8 or 5’9 tall and probably just graduated from college, but to my eyes, he held a position of authority, seemed pleased to catch his prey out of the classroom,... Continue Reading →
Let’s talk about Daylight Savings Time. Daylight Saving Time is the changing of the clocks that typically begins in spring in early-to-mid March and ends in fall, near the beginning of November, in what is often referred to as "spring forward" and "fall back. DST is observed in most of Europe, North America and parts... Continue Reading →
When we're infants and toddlers, we tend to hate naps. We fight sleep and rest time. Naps get in the way of the things we love doing most — playing. As we age, we tend to change our mind. In my mid-fifties now, I’ve especially come to see the error of my ways. I love... Continue Reading →
I like to manage my time. I make plans, I write up "to do" lists, I have goals I set for myself. When I became a father, though, I learned very quickly that I had very little control at all. You make dinner plans and the babysitter has to back out at the last minute.... Continue Reading →
When my wife and I saw our chance this week, we took it. We gave our best impression of Bonnie and Clyde being chased by the cops and made a run for it — me in the driver's seat, speeding down a hilly, country road, her, my cool, calm, and collected right hand, giving me... Continue Reading →
My dad pulled over to the side of the road. I looked over at the instrument panel. Was something wrong? Did he run out of gas? Did we have a flat tire? Why were we stopping? Before I could ask any questions, my dad had already jumped out of the driver's seat and was walking... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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