Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Our dog Nittany jumped down from our couch the other night and she landed awkwardly on the hardwood floor on her back leg. Nittany, our fifteen-year-old, Lhasa Apsa – Bichon Frise, wobbled and then straightened up. She walked the rest of the night with a little hitch. She fortunately looked better the next day, but... Continue Reading →
I pulled into the parking space and looked at my watch. I had an hour before I needed to get back to the newsroom and finish up the story I was working on for the next day’s paper. I sat quietly in my car, the air conditioning on full blast, and thought one more time... Continue Reading →
When I was in high school, I went out one night with some friends and was on my way home. I remember it being a cloudy night and I was driving my mom's car on a back country road. Another car, probably driven by an older kid, raced past me, well over the 45 mph... Continue Reading →
When my dad was in his early forties, he had a major heart attack that damaged much of his heart. He was lucky to survive the attack and he later needed a quadruple heart bypass. The surgeon took an artery from my father's leg and inserted it in his heart, creating a new path for... Continue Reading →
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 →
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