Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I went for an early morning walk on Monday along a trail near where I live. Four deer pranced in the shadows. A rabbit and squirrel scampered in the dew, foraging for food. Pockets of fog rose up above the river. An idyllic scene. Or so it would seem. But, it suggested to me that... Continue Reading →
The guy in Panera sipped his coffee and went back to typing on his laptop. He looked like he had been there for hours. He had earbuds on and had a stack of folders next to him. Every once in awhile he would look up from his laptop to take a sip from his coffee.... Continue Reading →
You step foot in one of the five boroughs in New York City and you can feel the pounding heartbeat of the city that never sleeps. You land in Las Vegas and the sounds of slot machines ring in your ears. You may have the first dollar you ever earned hanging up in your office,... Continue Reading →
I find that life is all about waiting. We spend our lives in real life and imaginary queues. Here's a few of the places I've been forced to wait throughout my life. Maybe you can relate: --Waiting for the job offer. I wait and wait. "They remember me, right?" --I have a crush on the... Continue Reading →
(I first ran this story in August 2017. I've made a few updates.) The optometrist clicked on the lens and asked: “Which is better, line 1 or line 2?” We had been at this game for ten minutes, but to me it felt like an hour. I squinted my eyes together hoping it would help... Continue Reading →
(I first published this story in July 2016.) My friends and I walked down the festival midway like we were benevolent kings surveying our court. In reality, we probably had only had a few wadded up bills and change between us. Still, we sauntered up and down the two rows of the fair like we... Continue Reading →
I’m starting to believe in ghosts. In fact, I think I have proof that we have one in our house. Oh, it's friendly enough, but still a ghost. Our long time family pet, Nittany, died in February. In the last week alone, my wife has twice found wisps of wavy white hair. Nittany was a Lhasa-Apsa... Continue Reading →
I was like many little kids. I went through a phase where I loved big bulldozers, skidloaders, and backhoes trucks. I wanted nothing more than to play in the dirt. I had a metal Tonka dump truck and imagined that I was on a construction site and working just like the real people. I thought... Continue Reading →
I have to gloat. I am . . . The Man. The Myth. The Legend. If you had a camera on me right now, you would see me strutting across my kitchen floor. My arms would be up in the air and a big old smile would be across my face. Queen's We Are the... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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