Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I walk into the small confessional stall and get right down to business: Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s been too long since my last confession. I've let you down in so many different ways: --I’ve raced out of work, on my way home, paying little, if any, attention to the posted speed... Continue Reading →
As I pulled up to a traffic light this past Friday, I saw a woman off to the side of the road. She was standing outside in the spritzing rain and smoke spewed out of the hood of her car. She was dressed shabbily and the car looked like it had seen better days. She... Continue Reading →
My wife and daughter were stuck along the side of the busy road. They had been out shopping when my wife's car started making a violent bucking sound. They pulled over and were waiting for a tow truck driver to come pick them up. Of course, the tow trucker driver was taking longer than expected.... Continue Reading →
Someone I trusted many years ago gave me some advice recently on my writing. The advice was short and to the point: stop writing my blog. He argued that I was sharing too much information and inferred that I was making a fool of myself. He expressed concerns too about WordPress, the extremely popular content management... Continue Reading →
We all have our favorites. There’s nothing else like it, the highest of the high. I’m talking of course about the best feeling in the world: --When you write something and you touch someone. The reaction could be good or bad, the good part is getting the reaction. For example, I wrote something recently and sent... Continue Reading →
I find a mother's love to be one of the most precious things in the world. There's nothing else like a mother's touch or kind word. It can move mountains. In particular, I'm fascinated by the story of the Immaculate Mary and her son, Jesus Christ. Whether you believe in the Christ-story or not, the story is unlike any ever told. ... Continue Reading →
I thought of my daughter today. My sons were there too. They were all young, still in their pajamas and they were all lying on the living room floor, coloring in their coloring books, watching Saturday morning cartoons. I see all three of them clear as day. Two with wispy blond hair, the third with... Continue Reading →
I closed my eyes, then I opened them again. I looked one way and then the other, checking to make sure no one was watching me. I stared motionless for ten long seconds. Convinced that I was alone, I closed my eyes once more, took a deep breath and clasped my hands over my heart.... Continue Reading →
I have a strange habit. It dates back to when I first became a newspaper reporter. Some people play with their hair, crack their knuckles, or say “Umm” and “Like” frequently in their speech. My habit: I read obituaries. No, I really read them. It doesn’t matter if I know the person or not, if... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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