Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
We’ve been able to come up with medical cures for diseases that hundreds of years ago were once considered fatal; we can collect mountains and mountains of information online now with a few clicks on a keyboard, tablet or smartphone that would’ve taken years to accumulate only a few decades ago; we have cars that... Continue Reading →
In my job, I occasionally work with graphic designers and I’ve come to respect them a great deal for everything they bring to a job. They have taste, they have style. Some even have a little pizzazz. I have none of those. For example, I dress myself for work every day and, before I leave... Continue Reading →
They’re both pesky and, if you don’t watch, they can bring you to your knees. The first one: eight-legged ticks carrying serious diseases such as Lyme disease and Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. I live in the Northeast, which means I live in the targeted bullseye when it comes to ticks. In 2017, 95% of confirmed... Continue Reading →
The older woman sitting across from me looked annoyed to be waiting for help. She looked up angrily at me and kept repositioning the diamond encrusted bangle on her wrist to see the time on her watch. I wasn’t sure what I had done to offend her. I think I might have tried to smile... Continue Reading →
When I visit my mother's apartment, she likes to introduce me to her friends and neighbors. You can tell that she boasts about my brothers and me. They always smile, reach out for my hand to hold it in theirs, and ask which son I am: the one that lives ten minutes away; the one... Continue Reading →
I hiked the Thousand Steps Trail near Mount Union often over the years. I hiked it as a teenager with friends. A few years later, I hiked the trail with some friends from college and when we got to the top of mountain we shared a couple of warm beers. I even hiked the trail... Continue Reading →
When I look in the mirror in the morning, I see a young kid looking back at me. I wipe the steam from the mirror and a recent college graduate, in the big city, off on his own for the first time, stares back at me. He looks younger. I don’t see quite the same... Continue Reading →
The guy looked like a used car salesman in his jacket and tie and large binder, but his bulky linebacker frame, the rapid movement of his eyes, his mess of fiery red hair, and waving arms gave the impression of a crazed lunatic. He stalked back and forth in front of the receptionist’s desk and... Continue Reading →
My coworker had a mental block, she couldn’t come up with the right word that she wanted to communicate. She kept snapping her fingers like the act would help bring out whatever was on the tip of her tongue. We’ve all had moments like that—God knows I have had more than my share where I've... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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