Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I tried to shake the rust out of my tired arms and legs. I thought I looked like a graceful young ballerina stretching her legs or maybe a boxer hitting each of his arms and mentally preparing himself for a fight. In reality, I looked like an wounded duck, one wing working, one flapping in... Continue Reading →
In a meeting last week, I tried to bring up a key risk that our team needed to pay closer attention. When I went to speak, three other people talked over me. I waited my turn and found a spot later in the meeting to make my point. I work with a great group of... Continue Reading →
This should be a blog praising Sony Electronics and how far technology has come in our lifetime. Instead, it's one cursing their poor customer service skills and complaining how it stinks being the little guy. I have some nerve damage in my left ear. I like to say I got it from my brothers rough-housing... Continue Reading →
When I was a newspaper reporter and wanted feedback, I would go straight to the source. I would stop by a local coffee shop and grab a coffee. To help stir the pot, so-to-speak, I would grab a few issues of that day's paper and leave them on the empty tables. I would watch patrons... Continue Reading →
When I first entered the corporate world, I liked working on a campus and having a coffee shop and cafeteria one building over from mine. I liked being able to just grab the office supplies that I needed no questions asked. Let's be honest, I especially liked the bump in salary that I got, compared... Continue Reading →
When I was in college, my parents would visit me occasionally on campus and before they would leave, my mother or father would reach into their pocket and pull out a $20 or $40, if I was really lucky, and tell me to use it wisely. They didn't have a ton of money so it... Continue Reading →
I looked over at my father, pale and eyes closed on his bed, in the Intensive Care Unit in the local hospital. He had an oxygen mask up to his face and tubes running from his chest and arms to various machines beside him. I stared a long time at him before looking up at... Continue Reading →
The baseball came out of the pitcher's hand like a rocket. A blur of white looked like it was headed straight toward my helmet, but then curved down and away at the last minute. I swung forcefully, but I was comically late. The pitcher, a teammate of mine named Jay (name changed), broke out into... Continue Reading →
One bad boss and a near impossible project schedule drove one coworker I worked with years ago to take a long lunch and when he got back to the office to up and quit on the spot. Another boss drove a coworker to cry — okay, it isn't what you’re expecting. The coworker broke out... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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