Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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 →
I want to stay warm. I want to keep sitting at my desk. My heart isn't into it. Gray skies have moved in, the wind has picked up, and the temperature has dipped over the past hour. My heart questions, "Do we have to do this? Is now really the best time?" My brain tells... Continue Reading →
(I first published this piece in February 2019. I've added a few extra items near the bottom of my list.) In the comic book world, Superman was brought to his knees by Kryptonite. He'd be kicking some bad guy's butt and Lex Luther or one villain or another would sneak some Kryptonite onto the scene... Continue Reading →
I opened a drawer in my desk the other day and it got stuck. It was jammed. I had been throwing things in it for the past year without much thought. The jam was fate telling me "enough was enough." I needed to start cleaning house. No better time than the present. I pulled out... Continue Reading →
The biker whizzed past me on the trail. I caught up with him about a half mile up trail. He must have had a slow leak in a tire. He stopped at the "Bicycle Fix It Station" and was pumping up his front tire. When the tire was fully inflated, he used an Allen Wrench... Continue Reading →
(I first wrote this story in September 2020. I've made a few updates.) The young woman wore a white lab coat. She smiled back at me. Before she even said a word, I could see she had no idea what I had just asked. I was more than 3,900 miles from home and I was... Continue Reading →
(I first ran this story in August 2017. I've made a few updates.) 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... Continue Reading →
In one hand, the father carried a crying toddler. In the other, he pulled a wagon through the thick sand. The wagon was loaded with beach chairs, a large umbrella, and an ice chest. The back of his gray tank top, with the sun beating down on him, was soaked in sweat. He looked as... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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