Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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 →
The phrase “sly as a fox” came about because foxes are known for their cleverness and cunning. You have "crazy like a fox." In the 70s, people talked about “foxy ladies.” You hear folks talk a lot now about “the fox guarding the henhouse." Hmm, I can think of a few examples. I betcha you... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wish I was a kid again. Oh, I'm not saying kids have it easier today, because I don't think they do. They have it rough. They face poverty and hunger. According to UNICEF, around 333 million children live in extreme poverty. They face societal pressures and bullying and depression too. It's a tough time to be... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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