Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I was a kid, my mom would wake me up for elementary school before my brothers. She told me it was because she wanted to talk with me before she went to work. A few years later when I complained and tried to roll over to go back to sleep, she told me that... Continue Reading →
I’m giddy with excitement. I’m like a kid on Christmas eve. Instead of getting up early and getting dressed for work, I’m taking a vacation day next week. In corporate speak, I'm taking a PTO (paid time-off) Day; in common everyday language, I’m taking a day off for me. Right now, I have absolutely nothing... Continue Reading →
I splurged last night. I bought myself a new watch. It's a finely tuned quartz chronograph with Swiss components and is water resistant to 100 meters. Some people shop and collect clothes. I collect watches. (I should add that most of my watches are moderately priced ones within my limited budget.) In this day and... Continue Reading →
First comes the brush off. I chalk it up to a bad day. A few days goes by and she refuses to look at me, to the left, to the right, but not at me. I grumble under my breath. Finally, she avoids me altogether and runs to my daughter. An unfriendly coworker? A friend... Continue Reading →
When my son was in boot camp, the swarm of drill instructors assigned to his platoon, kept him and the other recruits busy. They were running from sunup to sun-down. In one of his few letters home, my son scribbled down a list of the foods that he couldn’t wait to have when he came... Continue Reading →
When my daughter was five or six-years old, she used to like to climb the ladder to the monkey bars or the hanging ropes at the local playground. She’d take a step or two, look back at me, and then go back to the ladder. One of her feet would inevitably get tangled or come... Continue Reading →
My daughter and son graduate this week, one from college, one from basic training. I have a million thoughts racing through my mind: memories of them as young kids; long talks that we’ve had about what they wanted to do with their lives; and the challenges they’ve overcome. They've worked so hard to get to... Continue Reading →
I was sitting with the rest of the kids at the kid’s table. We looked sour-faced and shot brooding looks when the adults came around, but, once they left, we were joking around and having fun. We made the best of what we had. Oh yea, we all wanted more leg room and space to... Continue Reading →
I find a mother's love to be one of the most precious things in the world. There's nothing else like a mother's touch or kind word. It can move mountains. In particular, I'm fascinated by the story of the Immaculate Mary and her son, Jesus Christ. Whether you believe in the Christ-story or not, the story is unlike any ever told. ... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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