Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I ran this story in October 2016. My son was 12 years old and complaining about life's demands. It's interesting to look back on our conversation. He's a senior in college now. I doubt he'd want to go back in time. Funny though. I'd go back in a heartbeat -- just to see him at... Continue Reading →
When I ask about my wife's day, I learned long ago to brace myself. She's reserved and never uses the names of the kids in her class. But, oh when she gets started, she's got some war stories. Real doozies in fact. When we lived in Washington D.C., there were the stories about the young... Continue Reading →
(I ran a version of this story in September 2018. I've made some updates.) I looked around the dimly lit auditorium and noted the thick cushioned seats, large stage curtain, and cement walls. I sat in an auditorium just like this one more than thirty years ago at my high school baccalaureate service. Like then,... Continue Reading →
(I first ran this story nine years ago in August 2016 when my kids were much younger. For the first time in years this summer, all five of us got to spend a few weeks together. It was the best. I thought it was a good time to rerun this.) We didn’t get to enjoy... Continue Reading →
(I first wrote this piece in July 2021. I've made a few updates.) A policeman stood in front of a yellow barricade. He was stopping anyone from passing. When I showed him my press pass, he said I would have to leave my car and walk the rest of the way. He waved me to... Continue Reading →
Most of my teachers growing up were amazing. I had one experience in middle school though that wasn't so great. When I was in the seventh or eighth grade I got into a "fight" with one of my teachers. It wasn't really a fight. It was over before it began, but it still left a... Continue Reading →
(I first published this story in June 2016.) I think kids today are missing out. They’re missing out on one of my all-time favorite hobbies. When I was young, my mom kept a large, green shoebox full of family pictures in her bedroom closet. When I was bored or felt blue, I’d pull the box... Continue Reading →
There's a steady stream of cars driving by the building. I can hear them but the noise is shushed to a low bubbling, like water running in the sink. It's noticeable, but nothing that's going to catch your attention. A worker walks the aisles replacing books from a cart. Two older women at different tables... Continue Reading →
I flipped through my paper one last time. Looking back now, I'm not sure what I was checking. I couldn't have changed anything. I had been up late, the wee hours the night before, finishing up the ten-page paper on American General Douglas MacArthur. "I thought for sure you said we had another week," I... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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