Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I’m not much of a follower of the British Royalty. I've barely raised an eyebrow at Queen Elizabeth’s Jubilee celebrations, which started in February, and I can’t tell you much about latest exploits of Prince William and Kate Middleton or Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s feud with the rest of the Royal Family. To... Continue Reading →
The little kid walked without purpose or direction in front of his dad. He wanted no parts of the trip to the grocery store. However, his dad’s cart had just a few items and looked like they were just getting started. When I ran into them again in the next aisle over though, the young... Continue Reading →
The car rental representative jumped to the driver’s side and started the SUV and the engine sprang to life. It sounded like a sleek sports car but looked like a mini tank. He reminded us that we could have the bigger car for no extra money, or we could have the smaller SUV two cars... Continue Reading →
My wife came home tired from a long day. She threw her bag on the floor and laid on the couch. I was tired too, so I joined her. The two of us sprawled out, looked like we had fought a war. With our arms covering our eyes, we focused on our breathing and just... Continue Reading →
I’ve been thinking about life as a parent. When my kids were young, I never minded the late-night bottles or diaper changes. I never minded dropping them off at school or practice. As they got older, I was fine too waiting up for the car to pull in and for them to get home from... Continue Reading →
Abraham Lincoln created the Medal of Honor 160 years ago on July 12, 1862, to recognize American soldiers (later sailors, Marines, airmen, guardians, and coast guardsmen) who distinguished themselves with acts of valor. The medal of honor is the government's highest and most prestigious military decoration. The award was created in many respects for men... Continue Reading →
When I was a young kid, I hated the beach. We lived faraway from the beach, four to five hours away, but the couple of times that we went, I whined and complained about having to walk in the hot sand. I would be a mess until we reached the shoreline, where I loved digging... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid growing up in rural central Pennsylvania, my parents and other older adults would talk often about Hurricane Agnes. They'd tell stories over coffee at home or the local restaurant about where they were when the rain and wind started and how the flooding grew and grew, turning streets into raging... Continue Reading →
My breathing was off. I couldn’t get it under control. My running gait seemed off too. The irritation on my foot that had started out as an annoyance was now a raging blister that made a squishing sound every time I stepped. I was running my first marathon. If I was honest with myself though,... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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