Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Before the remnants of Hurricane Ida rolled in, I walked outside the other day and got blasted by stifling humidity and temperatures in the high 80s. The boys of summer, in my case, the kids from the neighborhood shooting basketball on the street, were holding out for as long as they can, but a change... Continue Reading →
The nurse in the Intensive Care Unit looked down at her clipboard and then back up at my mother. She explained that my father had been in-and-out of conscious much of the day and his condition remained unchanged. His blood pressure and heart rate were improving, but not out of the woods. She encouraged my... Continue Reading →
I saw flashes of red light in front of me. The two cars that I had been following for the past ten minutes started pumping on their brakes. They had been driving at a pretty high rate of speed, but now were coasting to something just above a walk. I groaned. I had run smack... Continue Reading →
My plan was a good one. A really good one. My wife was going to be out of town for the night with our son looking at colleges, I would have the night all to myself. As soon as I finished up my last meeting for the day, I would get a quick shower, call... Continue Reading →
I ordered a beer, my wife asked for a tall glass of sangria. We ordered an appetizer and watched the Summer Olympics on one of the many televisions scattered across the bar and restaurant. We listened too to the music that blared throughout the restaurant. After about twenty minutes, my wife even ordered a second... Continue Reading →
I had plenty of things I wanted to tell the couple. The thoughts floated in and out of my head like colorful fireworks going off on a clear Fourth of July night. They would blast onto the scene, make a bright entrance, and then disappear into a dark void. I wanted to tell them to... Continue Reading →
My wife walked into our bedroom closet and came out with a few outfits that she laid on the bed. She added a couple shirts and other things from a drawer. We still had a couple of days until we left for our weekend away, but her packing was coming together. Of course, you have... Continue Reading →
Let me just say it: we stink as listeners. We all do. For those still talking and not paying attention in the back, let me repeat, “we stink as listeners.” Let me explain: I’ve noticed lately that listening skills are not what they used to be, mine, yours, and every one else. For example, I... Continue Reading →
A grim-faced policeman stood in front of a yellow barricade. He was stopping anyone from passing. When I showed him my press pass, he let me go, but said I would have to leave my car and walk the rest of the way. The fast-moving F3 tornado, with peak winds between 150 and 206 mph,... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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