Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
We all have our little idiosyncrasies. With my kids all home this summer to poke and prod me, I’ve become even more painfully aware of mine. Here’s three stories that have me shaking my head at myself literally, figuratively, and everything else in between. Go away. Yea, really go away I was sitting one early... Continue Reading →
I used to love to read for enjoyment. Somewhere along the way, however, I've taken a wrong turn, a left when I should have taken a right. In short, I've lost the habit of being a regular reader. I used to read two, three, four books a week. I’d race through them the way some... Continue Reading →
A few reflections on a busy week and why my son is grounded. TGIF. I’m glad the week has come to a close. It’s been a stressful one. We notably took our daughter back to college. While certainly challenging, the week has been stressful in other ways. For example: I had to replace the brakes... Continue Reading →
I walk into the room straight out of a scene from a James Bond movie. I have on a crisp, blue suit and gray tie. I reek of class and sophistication. I walk with purpose as the crowd steps back to let me through to the center table. A roulette wheel, black jack, poker, the particular... Continue Reading →
My legs felt like they were weighted down by 20-pound anchors. With each step, my lower back sent violent spasms of pain that fanned out to the rest of my body. My lungs felt even worse. I took in big gulps of air, but they burned and I couldn’t seem to get my breath under... Continue Reading →
I pulled into the driveway recently exhausted from a long day. I had one of those days where I was running the minute I got into work, right up until the minute I left. Unfortunately for me, my day wasn’t done. I left work and ran to several afterschool events and errands that kept me... Continue Reading →
The clock in my head was going off: beep, beep, beep. The blaring sound got louder with every passing moment. I was late and the alarm wouldn’t stop until I got to my destination, my local county courthouse. I wasn’t technically late yet. I was still a few minutes early, but I needed to find... Continue Reading →
I can still hear the metallic crunch. Twenty five years later, if I close my eyes, I can still hear the crush of metal upon metal. I had just bought my first new car. I was working as a small-town newspaper reporter and had gotten a great deal on a new Geo Storm. The beater-up... Continue Reading →
I was "depressed." I couldn’t seem to break the downward swing I seemed to be on. I was upset over nothing and everything: the test I thought I had failed; the close friends I didn’t seem to have; my brothers, who I missed and were off at college; the trouble I seemed to get into... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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