Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My mom lied to me. I'm talking a "liar, liar, pants on fire" lie. A big one. Right up there with The Grinch's lie to Cindy Lou Who that he was Santa Claus and he was taking her family's Christmas tree to his workshop to fix a broken light from the 1957 book, How the... Continue Reading →
My natural reaction sets in. I want to jump in and get results. I want to take charge. I want to give a few directions and solve the problem, large or small. If need be, I want to throw good old hard work and some elbow grease at the problem to make it go away.... Continue Reading →
I fell. I got up and fell again. I got up and tried again, this time falling a third time. When I wanted to stay down, I was reminded that there's always hope. I gave it another shot and this time it worked. Here's to second, third, and fourth attempts and to keeping faith that... Continue Reading →
As the air cooled overnight, a thick, heavy layer of fog would regularly roll in and envelope the valley where we lived. In the morning, you’d walk outside to a moist, gray haze. Visibility would fall to next to nothing -- you'd be able to see maybe a few yards ahead and that would be... Continue Reading →
I was walking through a long tunnel. It seemed to go on for miles. When I looked up, I noticed a light -- a bright, sparkling white light. As I made my way, people reached out to shake my hand and greet me with smiles. I'm not sure how long I was there. At one... Continue Reading →
I love how writing challenges me. Every time I think I know what I'm doing, the story or plot or language make me look like a fool. It's like the Writing Gremlins have their eyes on me. When they see me start to get too cocky or full of myself, they say "not so fast... Continue Reading →
I've been bracing myself. I've been preparing myself for some bad news. I'm not generally negative, but I had a feeling that a "no" was coming. I put an optimistic spin on things, but I couldn't fight the negative feeling. It kept coming back to me in the middle of the night. On top of... Continue Reading →
My son’s eight-month old English Bulldog likes to rest on my lap. He's built like a tank and appropriately named Panzer. He’ll plop his weight down like he's just come inside after tending a 200 acre farm and let out a deep sigh. His eyes will be heavy and his little tongue will stick out... Continue Reading →
I walked out of the doctor's office and got into my car. I can't tell you the last time I've eaten McDonald's or Wendy's. I try to eat healthy. However, I found myself suddenly fighting the urge to stop. The urge was like a magnet pulling on me. I nearly turned my car in the... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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