Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The decade started with viewers rushing home from work or wherever they had been for round-the-clock updates on the miners trapped by the Chilean mining accident. The cave-in took place on Thursday, August 5, 2010 at the San José copper–gold mine, located in the Atacama Desert in northern Chile. Television cameras from around the world... Continue Reading →
The whirling jigsaw cut through the wood like a sharp knife slicing through butter, sending dust and wood chips through the air. The shop teacher watched me closely with a blank stare, but he left me in control of everything. My father had a similar saw at home, but he didn’t like us kids using... Continue Reading →
I’m convinced that God has a warped sense of humor. Before anyone takes offense, I mean no harm and I can find no record of my hypothesis in the Bible. However, I say it because I think my sense of humor is pretty warped too. (We're in his image, right?) Here’s what I mean: I... Continue Reading →
I reached for my phone six times on my 40-minute drive to work. I picked up my jacket thinking it was in a pocket and then quickly put it back down, reminding myself each time that I would have to live without my phone for the day. Instead of listening to my favorite music on... Continue Reading →
The news has been depressing: Impeachment Hearings for President Trump, California wildfires, and a school shooting seemingly every few weeks to name a few. You try to keep your head up, keep positive thoughts, and go about your own business, but it can be challenging. To help in that area, I like to find my... Continue Reading →
I looked up from my phone to look out the car window. Nothing. I went back to scrolling through social media and chatting absentmindedly with my wife about her day. We sat in the dark in our car waiting for our son to finish up from his school’s marching band practice. A few minutes later,... Continue Reading →
In a long running gag from the comic strip Peanuts, Lucy tells Charlie Brown that she’ll hold a football for him to kick. Charlie Brown refuses to kick it at first, not trusting Lucy, not wanting to get burned again. The two go back and forth until she convinces him to trust her. Charlie Brown... Continue Reading →
The young girl’s eyes bulged out of their sockets looking all around the store. Her head was on swivel looking right, then left, and then back again. She let out a huge smile. She couldn’t believe her good fortune. When she saw that the bookstore had a second floor, her smile stretched even further and... Continue Reading →
My wife has a sign in our living room that lays out our house rules. I'm not sure where she got the sign, a home furnishing store, an art store, who knows? The sign is simple enough. It's not that large, maybe 10 by 17 inches long, nothing too big. The sign's message has just... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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