Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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.
Some trees have lost their leaves. Others are changing. And a few are holding on to summer. I’m reminded that we’re all in different seasons of life—and that we rarely know the whole story someone else is carrying.
Can you deeply grieve a loss while experiencing genuine joy? Can you accept yourself today while working to change tomorrow? Exploring the beautiful paradoxes of everyday life.
I had been saving up my last two pieces of candy. I was going to enjoy them. When recess came, though, I gave one to a kid in my class. He was supposed to be my friend, and sharing seemed like the nice thing to do. Later that afternoon, I stuttered while reading aloud. I... Continue Reading →
When I get to Heaven, everyone else will be asking about the secrets of the cosmos—I’ll be in line asking why wasps exist, where lost laundry goes, and for the ultimate divine ruling on Five Guys versus In-N-Out. Priorities, people.
A simple request from my wife to borrow a flannel shirt sent me down a hallway of memory. Flannel was my father's uniform through every high and low of his life. Looking at his old shirt hanging in my closet reminds me that people are complicated, messy, and full of grace if we choose to see it.
There’s the churning stomach. "If I can just get to Friday evening." I have the classic 1981 Loverboy song "Working for the Weekend" playing on a loop in my head. But then there’s also the excitement. "Time away to relax and chill." Vacation time is a funny thing in the U.S. We take work entirely too seriously,... Continue Reading →
Let's get ready to rumble. Putting a new sarcastic spin on law firms -- especially those specializing in personal injury and criminal defense -- who advertise on billboards.
Walking into a furniture showroom shouldn't feel like a high-stakes aerial dogfight, but tell that to the salespeople locking onto us at 50,000 feet. Here is what happens when an introvert who avoids eye contact and a wife who makes instant best friends brave the retail danger zone.
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