Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Last fall my son raced down the stairs excited to go to his friend’s birthday party. He had been talking about the party all week. I looked at his outfit and tried my best to share his excitement, but also offer some fatherly advice. “Hmm, nice outfit. Are you sure you want to dress like... Continue Reading →
When I was a young kid, Memorial Day was a big deal in my small community. The end of the school year would come in a couple of weeks and summer was just around the corner, but the day had so much more meaning. The highlight of the day was our local Memorial Day Parade.... Continue Reading →
Two miniature Polly Pockets have smiles on their faces and sit precariously on the ledge of a table in between several tealight candles and several old DVDs of long forgotten movies, National Treasure, Raiders of the Lost Ark, and Little Women to be specific. In another corner, several Rescue Heroes have fallen over on their... Continue Reading →
When I went to college, I had a Mass Communications Course where the professor came into class one day and asked everyone to come back in two weeks with our predictions for the future. He wanted to know our thoughts on how the world of television, media, and social sciences would change. To get us... Continue Reading →
The voice on the other end of the call became garbled and faded out. I saw the senior executive's face on the Microsoft Teams call, but I couldn't make out what he said. When he came back on, all I could hear him saying was "what do you think, Brian?" In this crazy COVID-19 world,... Continue Reading →
The service department manager had his cellphone up to his ear, but kept cracking jokes under his breadth to the worker standing next to him about the computer system being down again. The worker just smiled and kept looking at his own screen. Unlike the two of them, I wasn’t smiling. I had my car... Continue Reading →
I blame it on Carrie. There have been some great horror movies over the years. Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Psycho, The Shining, and the Exorcist all come to mind. I’m a big, tough burly man and I sheepishly avoid them all like the plague or some crazy man with a chainsaw roaming through the... Continue Reading →
My youngest son stretched-out on the couch. He was dressed and ready for school, but his eyes were closed. He was trying to get every little bit of sleep he could, before he had to head out the door. I looked down at him with a smile. I could relate. I was tired too, but... Continue Reading →
The teacher stalked the front of the class like a giant Grizzly Bear. He was tall and skinny, but to me he looked angry like a bear. Every once in a while, he would stop and peer out over his classes, checking to see who was paying attention and who seemed lost. In that class,... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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