Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Smiles. Laughter. We need more of both in this world. Here's some things that have lifted my spirits in recent weeks. —The English language is crazy. Can it get any crazier? We have a simple way of greeting others: Hello. But for some reason that's not enough. We needed to make it more complicated. We've... Continue Reading →
The beauty of being part-time empty nesters is that my wife and I can occasionally pack up and see what kind of trouble we can get into without a whole lot of effort. For example, last Saturday we spent some time at a small winery that my wife likes, Franklin Hill Vineyards, near Nazareth, Pennsylvania.... Continue Reading →
You step foot in one of the five boroughs in New York City and you can feel the pounding heartbeat of the city that never sleeps. You land in Las Vegas and the sounds of slot machines ring in your ears. You may have the first dollar you ever earned hanging up in your office,... Continue Reading →
In my dream, I'm hanging perilously out over the ledge of a rocky cliff. The wind is blowing. My arms ache but I don’t dare let go. I'm hanging onto the cliff by the slimmest of margins. I could fall at any moment. It's the classic scenario. Will I hold on? Or, will I fall... Continue Reading →
I find that life is all about waiting. We spend our lives in real life and imaginary queues. Here's a few of the places I've been forced to wait throughout my life. Maybe you can relate: --Waiting for the job offer. I wait and wait. "They remember me, right?" --I have a crush on the... Continue Reading →
I look over the contract for the hundredth time. I've signed a few contracts in my day. There were the loans for college. I signed contracts to pay for various cars and for the mortgage on my house. Even with that experience, though, I can't help but feel like I'm signing my life away. This... 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 →
The alarm ripped me awake from a peaceful sleep. I turned over angry at the intrusion. Vacations are for sleeping in and enjoying yourself. Nonetheless, I had promised my wife that I would get up early and go with her to the beach. She wanted to catch a few pictures of the sunrise. I fought... Continue Reading →
I took one step and then another. Each one felt like fiery balls of flames had reached up beneath the sand and scorched the bottom of my feet. The hell with dainty steps. I made a mad dash to the water. I'm sure I pushed up sand on the other people on the beach, but I... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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