Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I looked up from my desk and my math homework. My father had called from our kitchen and asked me to help him carry something to the basement. I was annoyed, but it wasn't like I was making any progress completing my homework. I had been staring at the same calculus problem for the past... Continue Reading →
One year for Father’s Day, I got a colorful tie with Winnie the Pooh, Tigger and a pot of honey. Another year, I got a coffee cup to take to work. Over the years, my kids have surprised me with a more than a few "Father's Day Breakfasts in Bed." I’ve enjoyed all my presents,... Continue Reading →
I flip through the cardboard box of compact discs and my heart tugs. CDs of every genre — rock, country, jazz, christian and classical — are scattered in the box. One of the first ones that I see is the soundtrack to the movie Cars. I turn the CD over to look at the order... Continue Reading →
I raced down the stairs and out the office. With one hand, I loosened my tie and top button of my shirt, with the other, I held tight onto my car keys. The week was over and I would soon be on my way to freedom. When I finally reached my car, I threw my bag... Continue Reading →
Most dogs love to play with their owner, they guard them, they even lick their owner's hands to say thank you. My dog, Nittany, a Lhasa-Apsa and Bichon Frise mix, hates me. I've written about Nittany plenty of times over the past twelve years, and I'm convinced that she's really trying to get me killed.... Continue Reading →
I reviewed my day and made three imaginary check marks in my imaginary little black book. I donated a few dollars to the American Red Cross and scheduled a day and time in my calendar to give blood, check mark. I kept my cool, but stood up to a peer, who has a tendency to speak... Continue Reading →
I listened to the baby robin chirp for its momma. I wasn't sure if it was one or two babies, but I could hear at least one baby cry out from the nest underneath my deck. In the first few days of a nestling’s life, the parent bird regurgitates partly digested food into each baby’s... Continue Reading →
It was one of those days. The sweat dripped down our backs. We had the air conditioning turned up high in the house, but our three kids were still tired and bored. We'd help get one kid settled on something, maybe playing a game or watching a Disney video, and then another would whine about... Continue Reading →
Our house is all a twitter. We haven’t had a newborn baby in it in more than a decade and now we have two. Oh, what a joyous surprise. They’re beautiful like all babies are. They’re soft and fluffy and have that smell that only newborns can have. They need constant attention and food. My... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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