Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I could barely make out my youngest son's voice in the rear seat of the car. I switched off the radio and the air conditioner to hear him better. He couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old. It had to be one of the most surreal scenes in my life. In his... Continue Reading →
My mom lied to me. I'm talking a "liar, liar, pants on fire" lie. A big one. Right up there with The Grinch's lie to Cindy Lou Who that he was Santa Claus and he was taking her family's Christmas tree to his workshop to fix a broken light from the 1957 book, How the... Continue Reading →
My natural reaction sets in. I want to jump in and get results. I want to take charge. I want to give a few directions and solve the problem, large or small. If need be, I want to throw good old hard work and some elbow grease at the problem to make it go away.... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, my mom would drive every April to the little hardware store in town. It sold fishing licenses and trout permits. She would buy one for my dad. She'd put it in a card and give it to him on his birthday. He would open it like it held a king's... Continue Reading →
When April comes around each year, I find myself naturally thinking about great pranks in history. One theory on the origin of April Fools' Day states that it came about in the 1500s. When France switched from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar, New Year's Day was moved from late March to January 1. People... Continue Reading →
I had to buy a mouse for my work computer. The box came yesterday covered in bubble wrap. Yup, you guessed it. For the next hour, I kept myself busy in meetings popping the bubbles. Someone said something amusing, pop-pop. Another person said something important about a project I'm working on, pop-pop-pop. Oh, thank goodness... 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 →
My son’s eight-month old English Bulldog likes to rest on my lap. He's built like a tank and appropriately named Panzer. He’ll plop his weight down like he's just come inside after tending a 200 acre farm and let out a deep sigh. His eyes will be heavy and his little tongue will stick out... 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 →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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