Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The optometrist clicked on the lens and asked: “Which is better, line 1 or line 2?” We had been at this game for ten minutes, but to me it felt like an hour. I squinted my eyes together hoping it would help and, when it didn’t, I admitted to the doctor that I had no... Continue Reading →
I look him over coldly, head to toe. I pay close attention to the little beads of sweat forming on his brow and the twitch of his hands. He does the same to me. We’re both trying to read each other, to get a sense of the other guy. We’re two cold-hearted gunslingers from the... Continue Reading →
We drove home in silence. My wife didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything. We were stuck in rush hour traffic and I searched for the right words to break the silence, but they never came. We had seen the umpteenth doctor and we still had no real answers. We had sought answers. We left... Continue Reading →
My wife likes to tease me that I would be happier on a deserted island or deep in the woods in a cave since then I wouldn’t have to deal with annoying people. I ponder the question in mock seriousness for a brief minute or two and then ask if I get to bring our... Continue Reading →
I was reminded recently that getting lost in the fog can be painfully frustrating and annoying, but the fog is soon replaced by sunny skies and a bright future. I tapped on the brake. I tapped again. I turned on my high beams and immediately turned them off. It was that kind of morning. Pea-soup fog... Continue Reading →
I write about coming across a younger version of myself and seeing a part of me that I hadn't thought about in a long time. The boy, probably about nine or ten years old, threw the football up in the air — not too high, just a few feet above his head — and caught... Continue Reading →
I swerved the car left than right, skimmed off the concrete barrier and then back out on the road and crashed into the rear of another car. I looked up in the mirror just in time to see a third car strike us squarely in the rear-end. Seconds earlier my wife, daughter, our three-year-old family... Continue Reading →
When I think about the September 11 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and the fourth plane that crashed in Western Pennsylvania fifteen years ago, I’m struck by the smallest of details that I remember about the day. I remember how beautiful the day was in Pennsylvania. Or at least how it... Continue Reading →
My legs felt like they were weighted down by 20-pound anchors. With each step, my lower back sent violent spasms of pain that fanned out to the rest of my body. My lungs felt even worse. I took in big gulps of air, but they burned and I couldn’t seem to get my breath under... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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