Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I was a kid, I hated that we lived outside of town away from most of the other kids in my school. The distance was a mere three miles, but it felt like 3,000. To my way of thinking, we may as well have lived in another country. I should probably explain, when I... Continue Reading →
When my wife and I were a few years out of college and lived in Northern Virginia, she’d beat me home each day. She’d walk in the door to our small one-bedroom apartment and I would get home a few minutes later. We’d both throw our briefcase/bags behind the door and crash on the sofa,... Continue Reading →
Let’s talk hair. When I was a kid, I had wild, wavy hair that had a mind of its own. I'd be in our tiny little bathroom and I'd comb it one way and by the time I'd walk out to the kitchen for my mother's inspection, it would have gone in a completely different... Continue Reading →
Crack open the champagne bottles. Let the confetti and balloons fly. Ring the bells, it’s time to celebrate. September marks the five-year anniversary of my blog. Five years and some 520 posts later, I’m still writing. When I first started this blog, I summarized the site as a place to put a few thoughts, a... Continue Reading →
I get up from my nap groggy and annoyed. I had been up late the night before and was looking forward to catching up on my rest. Instead, Nittany, our beloved pet for the past 11 years, had other ideas. Nittany, a Lhasa Apso – Bichon Frise mix, spent ten minutes barking at what turned... Continue Reading →
I get up and walk downstairs to our kitchen to pour myself a cold glass of milk. I sit down at the kitchen table, the only light coming from a street light outside our house, and take a sip. I can’t sleep. My mind is racing with a million thoughts. Crying baby girl In the... Continue Reading →
Here’s a small snapshot of headlines from the past week: --Thousands gathered for the 2020 March on Washington, 57 years after Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have A Dream” speech on the steps of the Lincoln Monument, calling for racial justice and police reform. --Hurricane Laura pounded Louisiana killing more than 15 people and causing... Continue Reading →
I had been worried about the rain and now it was here, the sky had turned an angry black and was ready to let loose with great big buckets of water. We had spent the week camping and hiking in the Shenandoah National Park in Virginia. I had seen the reports of rain and thunder... Continue Reading →
I told my wife that I had a voicemail from my doctor asking me to give her a call. My wife looked up and told me what I already knew: the doctor only calls if she has bad news. If the news was good, the nurse would call and leave a message. I had a... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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