Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My wife had a long day and was exhausted. She decided to go to bed early. I was working on a few things and decided to go later. When I crawled into bed, I had to fight for space. My wife had left the whole side of the bed and lots of covers. Nittany, our... Continue Reading →
I would get in the car and wipe away a tear. When my kids were infants and we needed daycare assistance, my wife and I would share drop-off duties. I found leaving the kids to be the hardest job in the world. I would always leave with a tear. Oh, my tears made no sense,... Continue Reading →
I look angry in the picture. I’m certainly not amused. My mom asked me to slide next to a small lifelike statue of a Native American Girl. She was wearing a beaded dress and a feather in her long hair. I’m about six or seven-years-old in the picture. I wasn’t sure of girls my age... Continue Reading →
My son sees my car and starts walking toward me. I flash my headlights in the dark just to make sure he sees me. His head is down, and he looks tired. He’s been working a ton of hours this summer, saving up for his second year of college. He gets in the car and... Continue Reading →
My wife and daughter embrace for a minute. It's a quiet hug between the two of them, both happy for the long weekend and the time together. My youngest son stands up now and gets in on the action, thanking my daughter for helping him move home for the summer. Like clockwork, before I can... Continue Reading →
I was looking online the other day for a new pair of shorts for the summer. I’ve lost some weight and need a new pair. When the kids were young, I went with the traditional dad shorts, you know the kind, the khaki-colored shorts with a roomy fit and lots of pockets, the more pockets... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, we lived on a rural country road. We got a few trucks and lots of Amish horse and buggies traveling by, but we didn't get a lot of ice cream trucks driving our way. So, when my wife and I first moved into our house, I was like a little... Continue Reading →
When I was younger, I was wound pretty tight, struggling to keep all the bouncing balls at work and home from falling. There were times when I managed it well and, then other times, not so well. I like to think that I've changed. For example, three years ago, our youngest son was driving with... Continue Reading →
I've always loved Mark Twain's down-home, folksy advice. "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog." "The secret of getting ahead is getting started." "When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained." "It is better to keep your... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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