Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I think back on my dad's heart attack in 1980, I see everything happening in slow motion. My father in a flannel work shirt lying down on the sofa for a nap. My oldest brother rushing to call the local ambulance. My heart pounding with fear of the unknown. The thing that sticks out... Continue Reading →
I grunted "no." I didn't dare speak any clearer under my disguise or I would give away my identity. When I was ten or eleven, a local church had a Halloween party. You got dressed up in your Halloween costume and some of the older kids had to guess who was who. The last kid... Continue Reading →
A giant skeleton hovers over the front yard. I'm sure you've seen similar ones. I'm guessing it stood 15 to 20 feet tall over the yard. The skeletons seem to be everywhere now. The homeowner also had a set of scary black and orange lights and miniature tomb stones. One head stone read Ichabod Crane.... Continue Reading →
(I originally ran this story in September 2017.) I shake my head some days. I grew up in a rural farming community where small, simple church steeples outnumbered taverns and watering holes and you had to drive 30 minutes to get to the nearest grocery store. Each small village had a post office and maybe... Continue Reading →
This past June, I was driving late one evening. My mother had a bad fall and was recovering near her home in a rehab hospital. We had visited with her and I was driving home. I was tired. I hadn't had much time in front of the laptop. I had a million thoughts racing through... Continue Reading →
I had the window in my car down the other day when I pulled up to a red light. The sun was beaming and I felt glad to be out and enjoying myself on a bright windy day. I was tapping the wheel, drumming to the music on the radio, and enjoying the day. Right... Continue Reading →
I was walking recently on a trail near our house. It swings around the local middle school tennis courts, baseball diamonds, and football fields. At one point, I stopped on the path and listened. There was a light rain and I was alone on the trail. In the mist, I thought I heard the crack... Continue Reading →
One night when I was in college, I was working in the library on a paper that my journalism professor had assigned. He asked us to write a news story on the college trustees' decision to make several program cuts and raise tuition for the fifth year in a row. I was struggling with the... Continue Reading →
(I first wrote this story in September 2020. I've made a few updates.) The young woman wore a white lab coat. She smiled back at me. Before she even said a word, I could see she had no idea what I had just asked. I was more than 3,900 miles from home and I was... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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