Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The talk in the car came rapid-fire. One minute my daughter would spit back the GPS directions on her phone, yelling for me to turn right or left, the next minute, my wife, her face scrunched close to her phone looking at apartment complexes, would ask my daughter if she had checked out an apartment... Continue Reading →
While I dug into my bag to find my reporter's notebook and pen, he poured me a glass of sweet tea. We sat at his kitchen table and he couldn’t have been nicer. I had called him for help with my story and he suggested that since he had the day off from work, I... Continue Reading →
Earlier this summer, I found myself without a job. One day I was working on an important client project and had meetings taking up much of my day, the next I was combing job sites and ramping up networking efforts on LinkedIn. My first response to the Covid-related job loss was to panic. My next... Continue Reading →
I hear my wife on her Google Classroom call and she’s bursting with excitement. She’s giddy over one of her kids completing a simple math question. She raises her voice and yells out so everyone can hear, “You did it.” And then there’s me. I’m on a Microsoft Teams call and someone accidentally mutes their... Continue Reading →
Is anyone else having a tough week? I've been there before. Once when I was a kid, I was having a particularly tough week. I’m not sure what was going on, maybe a test or two, possibly something at home, who knows? When I let my frustration come out during basketball practice, my coach, the... Continue Reading →
My college professor handed back my paper with red ink up and down both edges. My heart sank looking at the mess. I walked out of the classroom heartbroken. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my body. I skipped the rest of my afternoon classes. I was in no mood for... Continue Reading →
I should have listened. Before we even left the house, I saw the weather report calling for the possibility of passing snow squalls. In the car, I heard the radio announcer caution listeners about how the snow was coming down West of us in big, large buckets and was expected to last the rest of... Continue Reading →
The choices were less than spectacular. One book had a blue cover and the name of the book in gold font. The other looked old and had a picture of a scary wolf with large fangs. My second-grade teacher read to the class a few minutes each day and she had given me the honor... Continue Reading →
The teacher walked up and down the aisle handing out magic markers and brightly colored folders like you might find at an office supply store. I got a red one, the girl in front of me got an orange one. It was the first day of school, I was starting the sixth grade, and, of... Continue Reading →
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