Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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 →
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 to spend some time chit-chatting with her and get... Continue Reading →
Who doesn't like a happy ending? I suspect that is why moviegoers love Christmas movies. It really is a simple formula, no matter the opening situation, there's always going to be a happy ending and it's usually Santa Claus riding off into the night yelling "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night"... Continue Reading →
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