Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I love how writing challenges me. Every time I think I know what I'm doing, the story or plot or language make me look like a fool. It's like the Writing Gremlins have their eyes on me. When they see me start to get too cocky or full of myself, they say "not so fast... Continue Reading →
No leprechauns here. No shillelaghs. No corned beef and cabbage. And no lucky four-leaf clovers either. But lots of hope and good will. The middle of March can be a tough one. In the Northern Hemisphere, winter more often than not still has a firm grip on folks. Spring played a captivating temptress last week.... Continue Reading →
You've run 25 miles in a blazing fast time. You're exhausted. Your muscles ache. Every step you take hurts more than the last. You hurt in places you didn't think it was possible to hurt. Your brain is in a fog and has long abandoned you on this hellish adventure. Your arms, legs, and lungs... Continue Reading →
I've been bracing myself. I've been preparing myself for some bad news. I'm not generally negative, but I had a feeling that a "no" was coming. I put an optimistic spin on things, but I couldn't fight the negative feeling. It kept coming back to me in the middle of the night. On top of... Continue Reading →
I'm a sucker for a great romantic line. I love how a great line from a favorite book or romantic comedy takes you to another world. They inspire and remind us why friends -- whether romantic or platonic -- and love are so important to us. The lines can be as deep as "You make... Continue Reading →
I hate snow and cold. My frustration with the the elements came to mind yesterday as I zipped up my coat and tightened the strap on my gloves for a third time. The temperature had dipped overnight to the low teens. It hurt to even breathe. I couldn't help but think: "Really. Really. Do we... Continue Reading →
I pulled the ax over my head and thrust it down hard on the large log in front of me. Thwack! I took another swing. Thwack! And another and another. When I was in high school, I worked several summers on a small farm. The farmer hired me to do odd jobs like mowing his... Continue Reading →
Two boys grow up on the same street. They have a wonderful childhood. They love to play kickball, hide-and-seek, and ride their bikes. They put baseball cards on the spokes of their bikes to make a motorcycle-like rat-a-tat engine sound. They both have strict instructions. They can stay out and play with friends. When mom... Continue Reading →
A friend wished me well the other day and told me to keep the faith. When I hung up the phone, I found myself thinking about my friend's comment. What does keeping the faith even mean? Is it religious? Is it spiritual? Oh, I get the context of unwavering trust in God and to the... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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