Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
One spouse forges ahead like Meriwether Lewis mapping the frontier; the other trails behind dragging a 50-pound cooler through scorching sand. If your marriage can survive a week at the beach, it can survive anything. Here are four essential rules for surviving the dunes, heat, and potential beach mutiny.
If you only look at social media, it feels like society is collapsing. But the real-world data on how we actually treat each other tells a completely different—and deeply hopeful—story.
When I worked as a newspaper reporter, we used to keep a running list of 'rackets' that bugged us. I left the newsroom, but I'm still keeping score. From the guilt-trip of an iPad tip screen to the power of AI, here are the everyday institutions that drive me up a wall.
A quick mission to buy a bucket of kettle corn on the Bethany Beach boardwalk turned into an exercise in optical illusions and $35 worth of decision-making regret. Here is how Goldilocks in flip-flops accidentally bought a 10-gallon drum of popcorn—and how nine people finished it in 24 hours.
When I was a kid, my parents watched the CBS Evening News every single night. Walter Cronkite would sit behind his massive anchor desk and, in his calm, authoritative voice, update the world on the day's events. Inevitably, whenever Cronkite touched on a serious earthquake in a far-off land, a crooked politician going to jail, or some... Continue Reading →
Let's get ready to rumble. Putting a new sarcastic spin on law firms -- especially those specializing in personal injury and criminal defense -- who advertise on billboards.
Walking into a furniture showroom shouldn't feel like a high-stakes aerial dogfight, but tell that to the salespeople locking onto us at 50,000 feet. Here is what happens when an introvert who avoids eye contact and a wife who makes instant best friends brave the retail danger zone.
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 pulled up to the gas station the other day and the sign read $4.19 a gallon. I have to admit, I wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry, or celebrate. The price of gas has been up, it’s been down, and frankly, I never really know what to expect anymore. It seems to fluctuate based... Continue Reading →
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