Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
(A version of this story ran on September 24, 2018. My faith has its ups and downs, its rough patches and moments of clarity, but through it all, I’m grateful to be loved.) I pushed the button rolling down my window and let the afternoon sun and wind whip through the car. My day had... Continue Reading →
It’s a cliché, but when they say it was a night not fit for cats or dogs, they were thinking about this night. The intermittent rain made it tough to see out the window. On top of that, my car lights did little to help light up the road, even though the lights coming in... Continue Reading →
When friends learn that my mom was raised Amish, deciding to leave the church and her family when she was 17, I usually get a few strange looks. People want to know more about the conservative Old Order Amish Mennonite Church and why they shun electricity and modern technology. They usually have questions too about... Continue Reading →
I could barely hear my ten-year old niece's voice over the phone line. You could tell she was reading from a handout her teacher had sent home, but the question she posed was clear as day. My niece was learning about the sacrament of marriage for her religious education class. She needed to talk with... Continue Reading →
When Luke Russet was eight years old, his father, American television journalist Tim Russert, took him to a Baltimore Orioles baseball game. As they made their way to their seats, they momentarily lost each other in the crowd. When the older Russert looked back and saw his son, he ran back to him and told... Continue Reading →
In one version of me, I exercise and run every day. In this version of me, I must live in San Diego or somewhere beautiful and warm, because the sun is out and sparkling and I look cool as a peach. I like this version. I drink cucumber smoothies for breakfast, have six-pack abs, and look... Continue Reading →
(I ran a version of this story in January 2016. It's been updated and revised with current publishing data.) Patricia Cornwell’s books take-up two rows in my local library. Danielle Steele, now 76, has slowed in recent years, but she’s holding strong with two shelves of her own. James Patterson — the master — leads... Continue Reading →
(Reposted from Nov. 13, 2017) I had the dream again. It’s the same one I’ve had for months. I’m walking on one of my favorite wooded, running trails. It’s Autumn. The trees are a bright orange, red, and yellow. Every curve, every twist, in the trail brings out a new colorful surprise. Large antlered deer,... Continue Reading →
(Reposted from December 2021 - previous headline, The Day Santa Died.) 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... Continue Reading →
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