Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I try to live in the moment, but sometimes its fun to look back nostalgically on the past. I look back on one of my first blogs six years ago. Hopefully the blog still serves as a good introduction to my writing and to me. When I was young child, I was small for my... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I loved January and the start of a new year. As 10, 11, or 12 year-old, I loved having the day off from school and getting to watch college football. More than anything, I loved envisioning what new things were going to happen in the year. I felt the same... Continue Reading →
I rubbed my eyes, wrote a quick comment, and hit send. I noticed my mistake immediately. I clicked on “Reply All” instead of replying directly to the sender. I cried out like I had been shot in the chest, frustrated and mad at myself for my error. My comment wasn’t horrible, but it contained a... Continue Reading →
The nurse in the Intensive Care Unit looked down at her clipboard and then back up at my mother. She explained that my father had been in-and-out of conscious much of the day and his condition remained unchanged. His blood pressure and heart rate were improving, but not out of the woods. She encouraged my... Continue Reading →
My plan was a good one. A really good one. My wife was going to be out of town for the night with our son looking at colleges, I would have the night all to myself. As soon as I finished up my last meeting for the day, I would get a quick shower, call... Continue Reading →
I ordered a beer, my wife asked for a tall glass of sangria. We ordered an appetizer and watched the Summer Olympics on one of the many televisions scattered across the bar and restaurant. We listened too to the music that blared throughout the restaurant. After about twenty minutes, my wife even ordered a second... Continue Reading →
I had plenty of things I wanted to tell the couple. The thoughts floated in and out of my head like colorful fireworks going off on a clear Fourth of July night. They would blast onto the scene, make a bright entrance, and then disappear into a dark void. I wanted to tell them to... Continue Reading →
Our family dog Nittany laid glassy-eyed on the sofa cushion next to me. When I got up to go into the kitchen, she lay still. When I opened up the refrigerator, she barely even registered a look. Now normally in our house, Nittany, a 12-year-old Lhasa Apsa – Bichon Frise mix, knows where everyone is... Continue Reading →
A grim-faced policeman stood in front of a yellow barricade. He was stopping anyone from passing. When I showed him my press pass, he let me go, but said I would have to leave my car and walk the rest of the way. The fast-moving F3 tornado, with peak winds between 150 and 206 mph,... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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