Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When my daughter was young, she loved amusement parks. She had no problems getting up before the crack of dawn and going to the park to be first in line and making her way to the scariest rides, where she’d beg my wife and I to ride with her. I love roller coasters too, so... Continue Reading →
I found my day. There it was on my screen. I refreshed the website to make sure I was reading it correctly. I looked again. Yup, I read it right the first time, National Mulligan Day is observed this upcoming Monday (October 17). Who thinks of these days? In any event, a mulligan in golf... Continue Reading →
Our bus pulled into the parking lot. I remember being full of excitement. I was going to see my first NFL football game, the St. Louis Cardinals versus the Baltimore Colts in old Memorial Stadium in Baltimore. I didn't know much about either team, but I wasn't about to pass up a chance to go... Continue Reading →
The past couple of days, I’ve surprised my wife by getting up early and running out to get her coffee, just the way she likes it at her favorite coffee shop. As I've left the house, I've been able to feel it in the air. I felt the goosebumps on the back of my arms... Continue Reading →
As I wrote recently, I was taking the trash to the curb a few weeks ago and noticed a dark spot on the car. I went to take a closer look and saw a long horizontal streak. I grabbed a rag and tried to wipe away the black mark, but it wouldn’t wipe off. Someone... Continue Reading →
My wife gave me the dreaded “It’s not you, it’s me” speech last weekend. I couldn’t believe her timing. We were traveling 75 mph on Route 95, the main north-south Interstate Highway, outside of Washington, DC, a flurry of cars, SUVs, and big rigs on either side of us, and out of the blue she... Continue Reading →
The delicate China teacups and saucers that we got as young newlyweds have been pushed to the dark recesses of our kitchen cabinet. The bright pastel coffee cups that my wife bought three years ago because she was tired of us living like a couple of poor 20-somethings have been pushed to the back too.... Continue Reading →
To the person who hit my wife’s car: I must admit that we almost missed the damage. Oh, you stinker! Yup, you got us, you surprised us. It took a day or two for us to see where you sideswiped the rear passenger side of our car and drove away without exchanging insurance information, without... Continue Reading →
When I was a young boy, my mother would let me play at a friend's house. We’d play with her brother’s Matchbox cars, or I’d cart my Lincoln Logs and we’d build a fort. We would be allowed to play uninterrupted for hours as long as we didn’t bother her mother in the middle of... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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