Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
People who know me know that I try to write my wife a short note once a week. We met via long distance in the days before online dating and text messaging and it's been a good way to keep us in touch and grounded. The letters are a story for another day, but my... Continue Reading →
You've heard the message. We've heard it so much over the past three weeks, you can probably repeat it in your sleep: Wash your hands. Cover your mouth when you sneeze or cough. Stay inside if you’re sick. Be kind to others. The medical doctor on TV talked animatedly with her hands to the reporters... Continue Reading →
I pushed hard down on the gas pedal and raced up the highway. I’ve made the drive to Washington D.C. hundreds of times over the years and I smiled thinking of the great time I was making, I would be there in no-time. I left late at night, but I still figured I’d run into... Continue Reading →
We've all had crazy weeks. Everyone across the globe, from Australia to Hungary, Ireland to Mongolia, Norway to Zambia, and a million other places in between, has been trying to deal with the Coronavirus the best they can. Here's how I've survived in my little neck of the woods: --I tried to write a new... Continue Reading →
This isn’t the blog I meant to post today. I had another blog planned, poking fun of my youngest son and his plans to hit the road driving when he turns 16 in a few months. I was minutes away from publishing, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt something more... Continue Reading →
In Major League Baseball, when you hit a homerun, you keep your head down and take your base. No showboating. No “look at me, look how special I am” bat flips. No showing up the pitcher or the other team or you’re likely to get a 95-mph fastball aimed at your ear the next time... Continue Reading →
As a kid, I used to save my pennies in a glass Teddy Bear bank. Later I moved onto a miniature wooden barrel that my parents had picked up at a local bank. You’d turn the barrel up on one end and on the bottom was a plug that you would pull out to get... Continue Reading →
On a hot August day in 1963, Martin Luther King Jr. gave a short 17-minute speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial calling for civil and economic rights and an end to racism. He painted a picture of a vibrant, new world. I have a dream that one day on the red hills of... Continue Reading →
As a young kid, you dreamed about the perfect mix: cloudy skies, brisk temperatures in the air, and the local television and radio meteorologists going crazy predicting an impeding snow storm. You’d cross your fingers, pull out the silly rabbit’s foot that you picked up at a Shrine Circus, all hoping against hope for snow... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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