Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I was a kid, my mom would wake me up for elementary school before my brothers. She told me it was because she wanted to talk with me before she went to work. A few years later when I complained and tried to roll over to go back to sleep, she told me that... Continue Reading →
I have a few questions. When I was a kid, I stumbled one night across an eerie documentary on the Bermuda Triangle. I couldn’t sleep and decided get out of bed to get some milk. In my zombie-like state, I turned on the television and came across the show which dived into how dozens of... Continue Reading →
I’ve been treated the past week to a show of sorts. Heavy construction equipment movers have been working on a large plot of land that sits on my way to work. Huge bulldozers have been pushing large mounds of dirt and sand, big excavators have been digging out holes for drainage pipes, and Earthmovers have... Continue Reading →
I had a strange day at work. First the good: I came out of a meeting, my mind racing to fix a problem, and I ran into a good friend who I haven’t seen in weeks. We started talking and before I knew it he had me laughing and joking. He's the kind of friend... Continue Reading →
I’m freaking out. One minute, I had my wallet, I had it in my hands. The next minute, I can’t find it. My wallet is gone and I’m panicking. Did I lose it? Did I leave it at the gym or just inside the center console of my car? Where did it go? I’m freaking... Continue Reading →
We tend to make our lives complicated, at least I do, but the older I get, the more convinced I've become that life is really pretty simple. We live, we die — some people live longer, others shorter. It's really that simple. Yes, I know, a pretty unemotional view, but in the grand scheme of things:... Continue Reading →
She's a people person and has a story for every situation. She walks into a room and immediately takes it over. People gather and want to be near her. He's different. He rarely says two words, but seems to notice everything, a glance, a throw-away look, nothing seems to get past him. They couldn’t be... Continue Reading →
I tripped on some ice in the dimly-lit parking lot. I came close to falling over, but caught myself. I looked around to see if anyone noticed, but then I remembered that most people — okay, most sane people — were still cuddled up in a warm bed next to Fido or their significant other.... Continue Reading →
Parenting is hard. When my daughter was in the fourth grade, she came home with a couple of Bs on her report card. I carefully looked over the report and made my first mistake: I made a grimace. I’m pretty sure I was just reacting to hearing a truck on the street gun it’s engine... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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