Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My wife recently celebrated a big milestone birthday. Leading up to the big day, I noticed that she was feeling a bit self-aware about the milestone. The usual stuff, everyone complains about getting older: She woke up one day worrying that the pain in her knee had gotten worse because she was a year older.... Continue Reading →
When I was new to the workforce, I wrote every day. I churned out copy faster than President Trump, love him or hate him, pushes out a new tweet. When my career took a few unexpected twists and turns, I wrote less, but still needed a creative outlet. Fortunately, I got the idea for this... Continue Reading →
I put my hands in my pocket, stood up tall, and told the salesman to take or leave my final offer. I wasn’t going to go any higher. My wife and our three kids were hunting for a Christmas tree and off to one side of the small farm, we found the perfect Douglas Fir... Continue Reading →
I let out a scream. I had had enough of sports talk radio, the rock station I was listening to seemed to fill the air with more talk than music, and Spotify and Audible weren’t cutting it. I turned to one of the local radio stations playing Christmas music round-the-clock and, of course, within a... Continue Reading →
The kid looked out of place in the waiting room. His glasses were smudged and he couldn’t stop fidgeting in his chair. He kept bouncing his feet up and down on the chair and accidentally kicking his mother. She had it with him. She kept telling him to stop and he kept telling her that... Continue Reading →
DC Comics supervillain, the Joker, stared back at me across the conference table. His skin bleached white and his hair a ghoulish green, the Joker asked in a high squeal if the paper he held in his hands was my best work. The Joker is a homicidal maniac, bent on creating havoc, and rarely, if... Continue Reading →
I have a bone to pick with clothes retailers. When my wife and I visited my daughter a few weeks ago in Washington, D.C. we decided to take her out shopping for a formal dress. She has a formal event this weekend at her college. I’m the last person you want to take shopping, but... Continue Reading →
She looked up at us with the saddest brown puppy dog eyes. She looked so tiny and fragile in the store window. I leaned over to get a closer look and she reached up and pawed the window. Paw to fist, fist to paw, we were instant friends. We had to make a quick trip... Continue Reading →
In a matter of a couple of blocks, we ran into a life-sized Woody and Buzz from "Toy Story," twin zombies with blood dripping down their clothes, maniacal-looking clowns similar to the one featured in the movie "It," and a woman straight out of The Handmaid’s Tale, the TV show envisioning a totalitarian future state.... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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