Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
(A version of this story appeared on July 2021.) John Adams had it wrong. When the Continental Congress voted in favor of Virginia Delegate Richard Henry Lee’s resolution for independence on July 2, 1776, John Adams figured the day would be one for the history books. He wrote to his wife Abigail that July 2... Continue Reading →
I retraced my steps from the parking garage back to my office. I looked on top of and behind my desk. I walked to the front desk and asked the security guard on duty if someone had dropped off a set of keys. He must have thought I had lost my mind the way I... Continue Reading →
The nurse wheeled my wife through the double doors, and I opened the car door and helped her inside to the passenger seat. My wife had a medical procedure on Friday. We had expected that she would be able to come home the same day, but the procedure went longer than anticipated and she needed... Continue Reading →
The meeting was winding to a close. I had been worried about it all morning. I wanted to make sure that my client got what she needed. It was made even more awkward because there seemed to be an abnormally high level of tension and a confrontation of egos over whose needs were more important.... Continue Reading →
I rarely if ever leave two spaces at the end of a sentence. I'm good about remembering the Oxford comma. I'm adamant about choosing the correct version of there, their, or they're, but I still have my grammar challenges. I've talked about some of my hurdles in past blog posts. In my post Confusing Rules,... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story ran in March 2016.) Best selling author and blogger Gretchen Rubin suggests that readers of her book, “The Happiness Project,” establish a list of personal commandments to be used as overarching principles and guiderails to help lead a happy life. Other philosophers, self help gurus, and writers have had their own spin... Continue Reading →
I gave the guy a wide berth. He was big. He had tattooed, muscles rippling out of his shirt and he looked tired and unhappy. I saw him when I was walking to my airport terminal and somehow lost him. I noticed him again later when I went to sit down to wait for my... Continue Reading →
I’m in a funk. Do you ever get in one of those? I'm not depressed, I'm really not, and I'm not talking about the 70s rock band, Grand Funk Railroad, the 1969 song Do The Funky Chicken or even The Chicken Dance. I'm just in a downcast mood. Here’s what I’m feeling: I’m scattered. I... Continue Reading →
I tweaked my back the other day and was floored. I tried to lift a Christmas box in our basement, heard a crack in my back, and instantly fell to the ground with deep spasms of pain streaking across my lower back. Um, help. If I was in an old western movie, I would've told... Continue Reading →
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