Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When Luke Russet was eight years old, his father, American television journalist Tim Russert, took him to a Baltimore Orioles baseball game. As they made their way to their seats, they momentarily lost each other in the crowd. When the older Russert looked back and saw his son, he ran back to him and told... Continue Reading →
Little heart candies with cute phrases like "be mine," or "kiss me" or "love forever." Cards with baby fawns and a heart with the phrase "Hello Valentine, I think you're a deer." Small red hearts full of milk and dark chocolate candies. Oh, when I think of Valentine's Day, I don't think of social media's... Continue Reading →
In one version of me, I exercise and run every day. In this version of me, I must live in San Diego or somewhere beautiful and warm, because the sun is out and sparkling and I look cool as a peach. I like this version. I drink cucumber smoothies for breakfast, have six-pack abs, and look... Continue Reading →
I gave the guy a wide berth. He was big. He had tattooed, muscles rippling out of his shirt and he looked tired and unhappy. I saw him when I was walking to my airport terminal and somehow lost him. I noticed him again later when I went to sit down to wait for my... Continue Reading →
I find it interesting the things that carve out a place in our minds. For example, I can't remember our grocery list without writing it out on a piece of paper, or even the name of the guy that I met thirty minutes ago. However, I can tell you exactly where I was thirty-some years... Continue Reading →
(Reposted from Dec. 25, 2015.) A few readers commented last week on how the song “Mary, Did You Know” ranks as one of their favorite songs of the season. When I heard the song years ago, it inspired me to imagine in my own words what it must have been like to walk in her... Continue Reading →
(A short story on 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 was tossing and turning his little sleigh and the weather wasn't getting... Continue Reading →
I stepped away from my desk the other morning to see that the ground was covered in a soft white fluff of snow. When I went outside there was a slight chill and a stillness in the air, nothing seemed to move, as the flakes came slowly down to their resting place. For a brief... Continue Reading →
When we had our daughter, I remember feeling that I was in over my head. I looked down at her and, yes, she may have been tiny, but I felt even tinier. How was I going to take care of her? How was I going to know what she wanted or even be able to... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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