Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My head fell to my chest. I had a horrible day. My boss liked the proposal that I had spent weeks putting together, but he wanted me to make a sizable addition that was going to take a ton of time. My drive home was extended by an hour because of a heavy downpour and... Continue Reading →
My wife and I were packing for a weekend away recently and I asked her if she had seen a pair of my missing dress shorts. "Do you know where my gray shorts are?" I asked. "You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones you got me for my birthday." "Oh yes, it's my... Continue Reading →
I knew at an early age that I didn't want to work in the local steel mill, become a farm worker, or enlist in the military — the careers that many of my classmates in my small rural high school chose. They were all fine pursuits, but I figured out that my interests lie elsewhere.... Continue Reading →
In my dream, the ocean waves crash to the shore, sending the white, wispy surf up to our ankles. The sun has come up in the horizon and made it's grand entrance. Several small sandpipers near us greet the day by lining up up on the sand. They seem to be playing chicken with one... Continue Reading →
(A version of this short story ran in July 2016.) John pulled the taxi in front of his parents’ home and turned off the engine. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had had spent the previous three days rehearsing what he was going to say. While he would have liked to delay... Continue Reading →
In a June issue of The New Yorker, writer Molly McCloskey wrote about her relationship with her father, Jack McCloskey, the general manager who helped build and guide the Detroit Pistons to nine straight playoff appearances, five consecutive Eastern Conference Finals and NBA championships in 1989 and 1990. Jack McCloskey passed away in 2017, but was absent for large... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story appeared in June 2016.) I think kids today are missing out. They’re missing out on one of my all-time favorite hobbies. When I was young, my mom kept a large, green shoebox full of family pictures in her bedroom closet. When I was bored or felt blue and needed a... Continue Reading →
I spent ten minutes crying the other night. I was scrolling on my phone mindlessly in the middle of the night, checking out soccer and baseball scores, when I came across video snip-its of military members' returning home to their families. Many of the videos were surprise returns: the young Army private surprising his teacher-mother... Continue Reading →
I have a regret. Oh, it's nothing earth-shattering. It's really kind of silly. If only I had thought about things more when I was a kid in high school or even college, then maybe I would look cooler today in my youngest son's eyes. Here's what I mean. My son and his friends are big... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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