Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I went into the belly of the beast. I saw the news reports about the coming snowstorm. Local weather forecasters were talking about the storm, the threat of double digit snow amounts, and the threat of electrical outages days in advance. They suggested that homeowners keep a fresh batch of food, water, and batteries available.... Continue Reading →
I walked out of the doctor's office and got into my car. I can't tell you the last time I've eaten McDonald's or Wendy's. I try to eat healthy. However, I found myself suddenly fighting the urge to stop. The urge was like a magnet pulling on me. I nearly turned my car in the... Continue Reading →
I'm out to lunch. I'm on holiday. I'm traveling the world. I'm going on a getaway. I'm on vacay. I'm running from the law. I'm taking my ball and going home. I’m stopping to smell the roses. I'm going fishing. I'm taking a sabbatical. I’m going on a road trip. These are all different ways... Continue Reading →
I went out of my way the other day. I needed to get a simple blood test for an upcoming physical. I could have stopped at any number of labs and testing sites. However, I made a special effort to visit one particular lab. A reason for my madness! --I didn't go for the location.... Continue Reading →
There's an often told expression that says, "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans." Of course, we ended up getting some snow Saturday night into Sunday morning. It was only a few inches -- nothing like what the Midwest got last week or even other parts of Pennsylvania -- but it... Continue Reading →
(I first wrote this piece in November 2019. It still applies today.) The dentist came into the room with a copy of my x-ray in his hand. He gave me a big smile, that actually made me more nervous than calm, and went out of his way to promote the benefits of the practice’s 360-degree... Continue Reading →
(I first ran this post in October 2020. No bald-faced lies here!) Let’s talk hair. When I was a kid, I had wild, wavy hair that had a mind of its own. I’d be in our tiny little bathroom and I’d comb it one way and by the time I’d walk out to the kitchen... Continue Reading →
I looked down at the floor. I took note of the curve of the tile. My wife would say something. I would grunt a yes or no back. I would look up occasionally, but I wasn't really sure where to focus. We were waiting in line to make our way into the funeral viewing for... Continue Reading →
When I think back on my dad's heart attack in 1980, I see everything happening in slow motion. My father in a flannel work shirt lying down on the sofa for a nap. My oldest brother rushing to call the local ambulance. My heart pounding with fear of the unknown. The thing that sticks out... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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