Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The human brain is a wonderful and crazy thing. (That's another way of saying this blog is for the writing geeks like myself.) I wrote a piece recently about how our daughter became ill and we rushed her to the ER. She had been ill for a couple of weeks, but her fever soon broke and... Continue Reading →
I sat in the car in the Walmart parking lot staring straight ahead. I was trying to make, what was up to that point, the toughest decision of my life. I guess I should correct that and say I was "re-thinking" the toughest decision of my life. The editor of a small newspaper in upstate... Continue Reading →
When my oldest son was a young boy, he would dress-up in a white t-shirt and green camo pants and play soldier. He’d march out the backdoor with a pack over his shoulder and his bb gun, where he’d set up targets in the yard. The bb gun was far from the best. It was... Continue Reading →
My wife and I looked at each other and then back at the nurse. She was walking us through a checklist of things to watch for with our new baby. She was rattling them off, rapid-fire, faster than I could keep up. We were taking our baby girl home with us from the maternity ward... Continue Reading →
My wife and I have seen the same horrible pattern lately. We went out to dinner the other night and got some bad news about some distant friends. It keeps cropping up in the lives of friends, family members, and acquaintances. It goes like this: A couple spends a lifetime working to build a family... Continue Reading →
I was struck recently by the confusion of the world we live. One day you keep your head down and go to work or celebrate family night, the next, you go to the doctor for a nagging cough as one of my friends did recently and come back with some unsettling news. When I get... Continue Reading →
She had the same wispy, gray hair and hesitant smile that I remembered. I was out for a walk a few weeks ago and walked by a house where an old lady, bundled in a jacket, rocked back and forth in a rocking chair on her porch. I could hear her humming and old religious... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I never liked to sit on Santa Claus’ lap. My mom used to keep our family photos in an old shoe box that we kept in a closet, I don’t think there’s one picture of me with the big guy. I loved what Santa brought me, but I wanted no... Continue Reading →
Twenty-one months ago, I used to worry about what I wore to work. Before I packed up my bag and went out the door, I would ask my wife if my tie matched my shirt and if my shoes went with my pants. I would pay close attention to how I looked in the mirror... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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