Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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 →
(A version of this piece first appeared in July 2020.) I should have listened. Before we even left the house, I saw the weather report calling for the possibility of passing snow squalls. In the car, I heard the radio announcer caution listeners about how the snow was coming down West of us in big,... Continue Reading →
For the Fourth of July holiday, we went out for ice cream. I looked over the ice cream case full of flavors like a five-year-old kid in a candy store. My eyes were bulging thinking of the possibilities. There was Death by Chocolate. If I didn’t want to tempt fate, but still wanted to play... Continue Reading →
I see it clearly in my head. "Yes, your honor, forgive me. I plead guilty as charged." I'm standing in front of an angry looking judge in a black robe. He looks over his glasses at me. I'm in the center of his line of fire. His face gets redder and angrier anytime I make... Continue Reading →
I had a few thoughts last week. A technician had to come to our house to take a look at our wifi connection. In the email, he mentioned that he would be coming between 9 and 11 a.m. on the agreed upon date. The time kept running through my head. If I operated like that... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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