Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I moved ahead two small steps. The long line of mourners wormed its way across and then back to the front doors of the church. The line was moving, but progress was slow. Last summer, I stood with fifty to sixty other people in line in an old church. I was at a funeral to... Continue Reading →
Merry Christmas to you and yours. Peace be with you.
(A version of this short story ran in December 2023. The story takes a look at what happens when bad weather forces Santa Claus to make a brief stop on his Christmas Eve journey.) Santa Claus looked down at the gauges on his sleigh. They were teetering close to the danger zone. The swirling snow... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story ran in December 2023) My wife asked me to go with her to a craft store to look at some Christmas decorations. For a lot of guys, this could've been torture. I try to take a longer view. My wife gets to shop and get decorating ideas, while I get... Continue Reading →
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Oh, a few days ago, I wasn't feeling the Christmas Spirit. The calendar told me it was early December, but I didn't care much about giving or other’s feelings or well-being. For the lack of a better word, I was a grump. I was far from being... Continue Reading →
After a long day of work, my dad would set his wallet on our kitchen table. I was amazed by both what was in it and how thick it was. The wallet was worn and sweat stained and looked the size of a small brick. He wasn't the only one. My baseball coach would come... Continue Reading →
When early American Indians and settlers looked out over the woods of Appalachia, The Great Plains, or the majesty of what is Yosemite, I wonder about what was going through their minds. Mother Nature can be unforgiving. I'm sure they were concerned about just surviving. Did they stop and take in the beauty? I have... Continue Reading →
It's my lucky day. By the time most people read this post, I'll be on my way to pick up my youngest son from college. I'll spend most of the day in my car. If I were a wiser man, ruled less by my own heart and emotions, I would've made him take the bus... Continue Reading →
I rubbed my eyes. I rubbed them again. I was dragging. I just wanted to drive back home and jump under the sheets in my bed and go to sleep. But the amazing view in front of me took my breath away. I couldn't take my eyes off the sun. It was stunning. Thirty years... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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