Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The men and women who took up the 54-mile march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama on March 21, 1965 knew they were risking their lives. They understood that they might not make it back home. They saw with their own eyes what happened to protesters in two earlier marches. On March 7, 1965, the first... Continue Reading →
I haven't understood some things in the news lately. —Here's your pink-slip! We encourage young men and women to serve our country in U.S. Armed Forces. We expect much of them. We put them through the ringer. They get out of the service and become veterans. Thanks to a variety of reasons, veterans often times... Continue Reading →
You don't hear the names Ezell Blair, Jr., Franklin McCain, Joseph McNeil, and David Richmond mentioned much today. And that's a shame. The four men played a huge role in American history. Their names should flow off the tip of our tongues. Their accomplishments sure are worthy of it. I know I'll be thinking about... Continue Reading →
When I'd see Nate in the hall in my dorm or in the quad, he always had a smile for you. We had the same major and had a lot similar tastes. On paper, we should have been great friends. However, I learned my freshman year of college that I couldn't trust him. Nate had... Continue Reading →
Yea, there's a little election going on today, a small little affair. We'll see who will become the 47th President of the U.S., but it's not the biggest vote of the day. Yes, yes, there's bigger fish to fry. Bigger than becoming the leader of the free world? Oh my goodness, yes. Here's what I... Continue Reading →
I pulled into the gas station and got out of my car to fill up my tank. The guy in the lane next to me was in mid-rant. He was complaining to his passenger and anyone else who would listen about the kid he came close to hitting. When he entered the station, a teenager... Continue Reading →
When I was kid, I wasn't big on staying overnight at my friend's houses. I scared easily in the night. I liked my own routine. Most important, I liked knowing where the bathroom was. The one house I didn’t mind staying over, though, was my friend Noah's house. I loved staying over there because he... Continue Reading →
When I was in college, my parents would visit me occasionally on campus and before they would leave, my mother or father would reach into their pocket and pull out a $20 or $40, if I was really lucky, and tell me to use it wisely. They didn't have a ton of money so it... Continue Reading →
I feel anger. I feel frustration and loss. I feel a rush of emotions, but mainly a numbing feeling. The anniversary of 9/11 comes up every year and I always try to take stock of what I'm feeling. I can never quite put my finger on the boiling pot of emotions that rage inside of... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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