Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
(A version of this appeared on The Heart of The Matter on June 14, 2023.) I like to go back and read the 25-page report. The report is dated from the early 2000s and gives a medical history on my son and lists the tests the doctors administered. I’m barely a page into the report... Continue Reading →
Two people can experience the exact same empty seat—one sees routine probability, and the other sees a personalized blessing. For me? I prefer to say thank you.
My driver’s license said I was 26, but I was a kid myself—completely out of my depth." A late-night hospital encounter with a wise nurse offered a six-word piece of advice that took decades to fully understand.
In Henry David Thoreau's masterpiece of American Literature, Walden; or, Life in the Woods, he famously wrote that “the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation,” settling for conformity, materialism, and unfulfilled routines. I’m not sure why, but the line has been echoing throughout my thoughts like a song you can’t get out of... Continue Reading →
I check my phone for the millionth time. I'm two hours early for my flight, but that’s nothing new. How a single missed school bus shaped a lifetime of chronic punctuality—and why I'll always be the guy waiting at the gate.
From strict punctuality in Germany to the hidden meanings behind an "A-okay" hand gesture, global cultures differ wildly. But despite our differences, I'm convinced of one universal human truth: no matter where you call home, you have a junk drawer packed with outdated manuals and a mountain of mystery cords.
From grammar rules to racing the clock, writing is a constant friction. Yet, when keeping quiet feels worse than struggling for the right words, you keep tapping the keys.
When a sudden case of hoarseness left me unable to talk back, my wife decided to have an absolute ball at my expense. Here is what happens when you lose your voice in a marriage.
(A version of this story appeared on The Heart of The Matter on December 15, 2023.) My wife and I rolled over at the same time. Our baby daughter was crying from her room. We were both tired, but I offered to go get her. You would have thought I told my wife that she... Continue Reading →
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