Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My memory is playing tricks on me. Here's what I know. It was the early 70s. We were at the beach and I was very young. We didn't go on a lot of vacations, which makes the memory stick out even more in my thoughts. On one of the vacation days, I remember being a... 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 →
There's unwritten rules in life. You're walking into work or a store, you hold the door open for the person behind you. If you see an older person or someone walking with a limp, you hold the door an extra beat longer. It's an unwritten rule. Life is full of rules like this. I'm noticing... 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 →
I’m starting to believe in ghosts. In fact, I think I have proof that we have one in our house. Oh, it's friendly enough, but still a ghost. Our long time family pet, Nittany, died in February. In the last week alone, my wife has twice found wisps of wavy white hair. Nittany was a Lhasa-Apsa... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story ran on May 31, 2016. I've made updates throughout the piece.) The clock in my head was going off: beep, beep, beep. The blaring sound got louder with every passing moment. I was late and the alarm wouldn’t stop until I got to my destination, my local county courthouse. I... Continue Reading →
I have to gloat. I am . . . The Man. The Myth. The Legend. If you had a camera on me right now, you would see me strutting across my kitchen floor. My arms would be up in the air and a big old smile would be across my face. Queen's We Are the... Continue Reading →
When my middle son was in first grade, he found a little yellow frog in our toy box. It was one of those small toys that you get out of a coin-operated vending machine. For a three week period, the 50 cent toy meant the world to him. He carried it with him wherever he... Continue Reading →
There's an often told A.A. Milne story about Winnie the Pooh having a tough day. Piglet asks if he wants to talk about it and Pooh says that he doesn't think he does. Piglet says that's okay, but instead of walking away, he sits down next to his friend. Pooh's not sure what's going on... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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