Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I met up with a friend for coffee. I worried that she was going to have some bad news. When we had last talked, she had told me that she was having a tough time at work. She feared she was on thin ice. We had worked together years ago and I knew her to... Continue Reading →
The local television station shares the latest news on its Facebook feed. Of course, the story includes some controversy. I give myself a warning: skip the comments and stick to silly baby, cat, and dog reels. I know what's going to happen, but my curiosity gets the best of me. I take a peek. Someone... Continue Reading →
It started raining. It was light at first. A drop here, another there. Cats and dogs and everything in between! Within a few minutes, it started coming down faster. A steady beat like a drummer tapping on a set of drums. It grew faster and faster. The noise growing with intensity and drive. The water... Continue Reading →
Last Saturday night, a thundering boom shook the house. When I looked out the window, I could see lightning flashing across the sky. I watched all of it from a cushy living room chair. Despite the chaos outside, I was filled with an inner peace. Earlier in the day, my wife and I had taken... Continue Reading →
(I ran version of this story in July 2016. I've updated and made a few changes to the piece.) When I was young kid, I loved to watch my dad carve an old sea captain or a duck from a block of wood. Or maybe a hound dog or grizzly bear. He carved anything that... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story ran in February 2023) Early in my work career, I walked out of a team meeting with a friend of mine. I had slipped in late and he was giving me the rundown on what I had missed. When we were alone and could talk freely, I asked him about... Continue Reading →
Christians see Jesus Christ's death as the ultimate sacrifice, leading to forgiveness and redemption. When I look on Christ's crucifixion, it's so big, so immense. It's hard for me to get my hands around. Yet, I understand it better when I stop and notice the sacrifices all around me. Oh, these sacrifices are smaller, nothing... Continue Reading →
My brothers didn't get pulled out of class. My friends Dana and Robby didn't get pulled out. None of the kids who sat near me had to go either. I walked out of my class, my fist in a ball, angered by the injustice. Every week from second to sixth grade, I had to leave... Continue Reading →
He was ten years older and stood a foot taller than me. We were both on the quiet side. He had two daughters that were around the age of my two oldest kids. When the kids were restless during church, he and I would both stand in the back entrance-way. We would rock our babies... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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