Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I can still hear the metallic crunch. Twenty five years later, if I close my eyes, I can still hear the crush of metal upon metal. I had just bought my first new car. I was working as a small-town newspaper reporter and had gotten a great deal on a new Geo Storm. The beater-up... Continue Reading →
After a long, long day running from meeting to meeting, I came home from work the other night and, if you had never set foot in our house before, you would have thought I had been away for decades. I opened the front door and our dog, Nittany, a five-year-old Bichon Frise – Shih Tzu greeted... Continue Reading →
My son went about his normal routine. He got a quick shower and got dressed without a care in the world, like it was just a regular school day. I stubbed my toe and felt on edge. My son made himself some coffee and grabbed a bagel for breakfast. When he had eaten the bagel... Continue Reading →
On this Mother’s Day Weekend, I think of all the things my mother gave me and gave up for me. I’ll never be able to thank her completely for everything she did for me. I share the blog I wrote about my mom a few a months ago. My hope is that my blog, An Amish... Continue Reading →
You pick up your child after she’s completed her first year of college and a million miscellaneous thoughts race through your head. I don’t claim that any of them make sense, but here’s a few that jumped to my mind: --When we dropped off my daughter at her college, we were able to fit everything... Continue Reading →
You drop your pride and joy off at college. You pull into your daughter’s new dorm full of nerves and excitement. You’re not sure what to feel, but you don’t have time to focus. The squad of resident assistants and greeters is on top of you in minutes to help unload your SUV brimming with... Continue Reading →
I’ve always been awestruck by the challenge special education teachers face on a daily basis. I became even more impressed a number of years ago when I served as a weekend camp counselor for a mentally and physically disabled boy. I found the experience eye-opening. . . . . . . Joey, a 12-year-old boy with... Continue Reading →
I feel the bile first. There’s dread too. The sweaty palms come next. Our daughter works in her college admissions office and one of the admissions counselors asked us recently to attend a local event for accepted students. The counselors and current students would talk about the college. My wife and I were asked to talk about... Continue Reading →
I’m holding onto the shoulder harness above my head with my right hand like my life depended on it. I’m fretting over every slight move of the car; how close we are to the middle of the road; how close we are to the edge of the road; every start and stop. My head is... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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