Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My wife and I have a schedule. She races off in the morning to school. I work from home. We do our own thing and then later in the evening we come back together. We'll sit across from each other, both exhausted, but glad to see each other. We're like many other couples. We'll chat... Continue Reading →
The rain seemed to come down by the buckets. I was having one of those days. You know what I mean. There was nothing major wrong. I was fine. It just seemed like everything was working against me. I was running late. I was soaked from the rain. I hadn't had a chance to eat.... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, my mother was a treasure-trove of folksy sayings. When I failed to make the varsity basketball team, she told me to "stop crying over spilled milk. When I was chomping at the bit for Christmas morning, she told me to "hold my horses." Some of her sayings and colloquialisms came... Continue Reading →
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 →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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