Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The girl punched me gently on the arm and ran to her class. When she got to the door, she looked back, told me that she couldn’t wait to go out with me and lipped the words "thank you." The last thing I saw was her smile, which carried me the rest of the way to... Continue Reading →
One of my clients in a meeting last week asked for some writing help. She likes my writing over her own and asked me to help prepare an important Go Live announcement draft on a project we're working on together. Without hesitation, I chimed in, “Yea, yea, no problems, I’ll start working on that right... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I loved magazines like National Geographic, Popular Mechanics, Boys Life, and a few others. I loved the images from around the world and stories about how to build your own go-kart or start a fire with nothing but sticks and some string. Now the devil was in the details. Have... Continue Reading →
I try to stay busy. Yup, that’s the only thing that really seems to work. I was working in my yard recently and I’ve come down with a case of the “itchies.” I’m not sure what exactly happened. I was pruning some bushes and then mowed our grass. With summer coming to a close, I’ve... Continue Reading →
When my dad was in his early forties, he had a major heart attack that damaged much of his heart. He was lucky to survive the attack and he later needed a quadruple heart bypass. The surgeon took an artery from my father's leg and inserted it in his heart, creating a new path for... Continue Reading →
I have a problem with the big guy upstairs. Yes, God. I'm not trying to leave anyone out, I'm calling God a he for brevity sake, but insert male, female, creator, Mother Nature, supreme being, whatever you choose. In his infinite wisdom, he blessed me with a creative mind and an imagination that brings me... Continue Reading →
I wrote this week about patience. If there's one character trait I need more than any other, it's got to be patience. I promise that my mother tried! She's a saint, so don't go blaming her. She's the most patient person I know. It just didn't stick. While I may lack patience, I do know... Continue Reading →
When I was younger, I was wound pretty tight, struggling to keep all the bouncing balls at work and home from falling. There were times when I managed it well and, then other times, not so well. I like to think that I've changed. For example, three years ago, our youngest son was driving with... Continue Reading →
The little boy looked to be about four or five years old and held tight to his mom’s hand with one hand and a worn Teddy Bear in the other. He held back a yawn, but kept his eyes fixed on the escalator. He seemed to be taking everything in. When he couldn’t stand the... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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