Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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 →
Every morning for the past two weeks, I’ve run down to our kitchen to grab a refill on my coffee cup and a granola bar before running back up to my office to log into the next meeting. Before I head back upstairs, I look over to to see our dog, Nittany, a Lhasa Apso -... Continue Reading →
Covid is still present in our lives. Late last week, though, I noticed a small change, a glimmer of hope so-to-speak. My parents-in-law and mother are in line to get their second vaccine shot, I felt the warmth of the sun on the back of my neck when I went out for a short walk,... Continue Reading →
My wife is the kind of person who can go anywhere and she’ll run into someone she knows. A quick trip to the store, she’ll see the former boss she worked with ten years ago or a long-lost friend from grade school. Anyway, a few weeks we stopped by the pharmacy to pick up a... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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