Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I’m starting to worry about my memory. I see something in the news that I think is funny in an off-hand way and I save the story to my favorites to tell my oldest son and then I remember that he’s not here. I see a funny clip from The Late, Late Show with James... Continue Reading →
I created the line-up card and handed it into the umpire. When the baseball game got started, I was the one who called for the steal, switched players, and made the long walk to the pitcher’s mound to take out the starting pitcher and put in a reliever. For one year of my life, I... Continue Reading →
While I enjoy a well-written passage, I try not to fret too much over hard-and-fast writing rules. I suspect it’s having spent too much time with too many know-it-all engineers and business folk over the years (you all know who you are) and having listened one too many times to how important their jobs are... Continue Reading →
I’m running late again. I feel like I’m in a perpetual state of lateness. I’ve been late leaving for work. I was late the other day to every single meeting that I had on my schedule. And to top it off for good measure, I've been leaving work later and later in the evening. I... Continue Reading →
I closed my eyes, then I opened them again. I looked one way and then the other, checking to make sure no one was watching me. I stared motionless for ten long seconds. Convinced that I was alone, I closed my eyes once more, took a deep breath and clasped my hands over my heart.... Continue Reading →
One night I’m running up a wooded mountain. My arms are pumping, my legs are digging deep, but I’m making little to no progress. I just can’t get anywhere. I look down to see that I’m running on quicksand and, on top of that, my polka dot shorts are starting to fall down. Yea, pink... Continue Reading →
The barber spread the gown over top of me. I braced myself. I had already said hello and told him how I wanted my hair to be cut. We had gotten the basics out of the way. Still, I knew what was coming. “How about this warm weather?” he said waving a crooked finger toward... Continue Reading →
I have red ones and blue ones, some have stripes and patterns. Some were very expensive to buy, others not so much. A few have spots where I spilled coffee or soda on them, most are made of sheeny silk and glisten in the light. They sit and they wait for me to pull them... Continue Reading →
The car came up fast behind me on the highway. The driver left little room between us. With a tractor-trailer in front of me in the left lane and slower traffic in the right lane, I was driving as fast as I could and had nowhere to go. One urgent stop, one quick change in... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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