Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I’m a man of lists. I love everything about them. How much so? In 400 words or less, I can tell you: --They keep me organized and moving in the right direction. --They satisfy my perfectionist-keep-working-until-you-get-it-right nature. --They’re easy to complete and I like the feeling of checking tasks off. There goes another! --They help... Continue Reading →
I think one of the best lessons I ever gave my kids: telling them when I’m wrong. For example, a few years ago, I picked my son up from his high school cross country practice and was driving him home. The sun had started to set and a cold wind blew making it feel later... Continue Reading →
My car is starting to die. The car starts fine, but when you push the gas pedal to a modest 35 to 40 mph, it starts to shake and shimmy and something metallic in the engine starts to rattle. When the noise starts, I normally just turn up the volume on my radio or music... Continue Reading →
Like most people, I get a flurry of bills in the mail each day. My car’s gas gauge seems eternally stuck on E - empty. I need to go grocery shopping in the worst way. You look in our refrigerator and you see a bunch of condiments, some eggs and a lonely beer or two.... Continue Reading →
I looked like a real-life pirate. I just needed a wooden peg leg and I would’ve looked like the real thing. Without the leg, I still looked pretty darn good. I had a black eye patch and a beard that covered much of my face, but that wasn’t all. I wore an old wig that... Continue Reading →
My 14-year-old son yawned and rolled his eyes. He was getting tired of being lectured. I was getting tired having to remind him to clean up his room, take out the trash and help with family chores. I saw a losing battle and stormed away mad. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom, grumbling... Continue Reading →
I stumbled and fell in the dirt. I had muck and mud dripping from me head to toe. I quickly stood up, dusted myself off, and tried to act like nothing had happened. Hello, I had wet mud splashed across my shirt and pants. Okay, it wasn’t a literal fall, but I had still made... Continue Reading →
I looked around the dimly lit auditorium and noted the thick cushioned seats, large stage curtain, and cement walls. I sat in an auditorium just like this one more than thirty years ago at my high school baccalaureate service. Like then, I was scrunched up close to the person next to me in the muggy... Continue Reading →
My fingers feel around the bedside table. I feel the glass of water that I had set on the table the night before. I feel the remote control too, but no eye glasses. My patience is staring to wain, I can feel the annoyance starting to build in my chest. I can’t find my glasses.... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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