Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
We celebrate Father's Day this Sunday. When I think about the day, more often than not, I get flooded with a surge of memories. It's not just one memory, but a lifetime of them. Most of them are happy. A few are sad. I think of my life as a father, I think of my... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story first appeared on March 1, 2023 on The Heart of The Matter.) My wife has a simple wall hanging that she picked up on sale from Target or TJ Maxx or some home goods store. I'm not good at guessing prices, but I can’t imagine that she paid much for... Continue Reading →
When my wife pulled up to the driveway the other night, I knew I was fighting an up-hill battle. I knew the brilliant idea floating around in my head was a few fries short of a Happy Meal. A few cards short of a deck. A few bricks short of a load. Let's just say,... Continue Reading →
I fell. I got up and fell again. I got up and tried again, this time falling a third time. When I wanted to stay down, I was reminded that there's always hope. I gave it another shot and this time it worked. Here's to second, third, and fourth attempts and to keeping faith that... Continue Reading →
Chris Evert scored a point and then Martina Navratilova came back with two more. Tennis was foreign to me. Few people I knew played except for the two older couples I saw at our local park when my mom dropped me off for baseball practice. I was flipping the channels on our old family TV one... Continue Reading →
We complicate things. I know I do. I worry. I stress. I get in my own head. Let's not even talk about how I get in my own way. I saw a meme the other day that simplifies things to the nth degree. I would give credit, but there was no attribution, just wisdom out... Continue Reading →
Stand-up comedian and actor Pete Holmes jokes that if his dog had a cellphone, he would have 382 missed calls. I'm thinking that works for granddogs too. For the next few weeks, we're watching my son's 11-month Old English Bulldog while my son prepares for his college final exams. Panzer is great puppy, but he... Continue Reading →
As the air cooled overnight, a thick, heavy layer of fog would regularly roll in and envelope the valley where we lived. In the morning, you’d walk outside to a moist, gray haze. Visibility would fall to next to nothing -- you'd be able to see maybe a few yards ahead and that would be... Continue Reading →
My wife was driving to work the other day and nearly drove off the road. She called me from a parking lot full of excitement. She heard on the radio that musician Bruno Mars will be coming to Philadelphia for two nights in early September. My wife and son have talked often about how they... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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