Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
We've all had a moment or two in our lives where we've said 'yes' to a work project or a volunteer gig in the community. You know what I mean. The Boy Scout leader asks for someone to bring snacks to the next meeting. Your kid's preschool teacher needs a chaperone for the zoo trip.... Continue Reading →
Two people can experience the exact same empty seat—one sees routine probability, and the other sees a personalized blessing. For me? I prefer to say thank you.
(A version of this story appeared on The Heart of The Matter on December 15, 2023.) My wife and I rolled over at the same time. Our baby daughter was crying from her room. We were both tired, but I offered to go get her. You would have thought I told my wife that she... Continue Reading →
We talk a lot about billionaires and the 1%, but a memory from an old college classroom makes me wonder: Are the world's greatest luxuries already within our grasp?
I have a lifelong wish to travel to Ireland. But looking out from my deck on a scorching July afternoon, I realized something. I might never set foot on Irish soil, but a piece of that dream has been waiting for me right here in Pennsylvania all along.
I know I'm good, but I didn't realize that I had psychic powers. I wrote in April about how I was inspired by the deep friendship between tennis greats Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova. I didn't know at the time that Netflix was working on a new documentary on the two. The documentary Chris & Martina:... Continue Reading →
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 →
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