Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I look him over coldly, head to toe. I pay close attention to the little beads of sweat forming on his brow and the twitch of his hands. He does the same to me. We’re both trying to read each other, to get a sense of the other guy. We’re two cold-hearted gunslingers from the... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine recently gave me a unique, one-of-a-kind gift. You can’t find one of these in an Apple store or on Amazon. You can’t even travel across the globe to a quaint little shop in some faraway country to pick up a gift like this. My friend gave me a mini time machine... Continue Reading →
I have the best of intentions. It could be someone you run into in the convenience store or someone you see on the street, it doesn’t really matter. They say or do something rude and demeaning. I want to comeback with a one-liner or a quick retort that puts the offending party in their place... Continue Reading →
My friends and I walked down the festival midway like we were a benevolent king surveying his court. It didn't matter that our court was small in size, certainly less than a football field. We sauntered up and down each row like we owned the park. We’d get there early and stay late. We’d walk... Continue Reading →
Like many things, they started out interesting. They were fun and fresh and seemed to offer some bold insights. And then they were everywhere and quickly tiresome and boring. What? Finger spinners, Snapchat filters, or the Vineyard Vines whale? No, I'm talking about the internet feature "Letter to My Younger Self," of course. I’ve counted... Continue Reading →
We don’t just cross the line. We race past it traveling 80 mph. My family has a mobile plan with a national carrier that limits us to 10 GB of data. You would think that 10 GB would be plenty for us and it was for a long period, but over the past several months, we’ve obliterated... Continue Reading →
Parenting has its challenges. Whether you stay home with your kids or work all day and have to pick them up and race somewhere, your job is never complete. There's always something to do (um, what are we having for dinner?) and you're often left feeling like you're working without a net. But once in... Continue Reading →
A few people on the train car chat back-and-forth, but it’s mostly quiet. People alone in their thoughts and their phones and the noisy click-clack of the train wheels. My daughter and I chat about her upcoming internship. My son usually has his phone out playing some game or app, but this time he’s watching everything:... Continue Reading →
When I was in the seventh grade, I should have asked the girl in my English class to our school dance. When I was in college, I should have been more persistent and found a way to pay for the cost of a semester studying in Manchester, England. In my mid-twenties, I should have stood up... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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