Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and it's gotten me thinking lately about the road not taken: a car salesman, preacher, insurance carrier, farmer, and steel worker to name a few possible roads. These are all fine careers. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to get out of my hometown and make... Continue Reading →
I met Sam a number of years ago. I remember that he wore a flashy jacket and tie and he was shaking hands like a local politician running for office. He was gripping and grinning, trying to make contact with as many people as possible, but he never stayed long enough to really get to... Continue Reading →
I turned the Phillips head screwdriver and I could hear my father in the back of my head. He would’ve hated the cheap feel of the table. He would have questioned if I had picked up anything that he had taught me. When my father was alive, he used to restore antique furniture. He would... Continue Reading →
The little kid stood back from the small table in the corner of the dentist office, where he’d been playing with a couple of toy die-cast cars, and told his mom that he wanted to become a veterinarian when he grows up so that he could help his friend Petey’s dog. He told his mom... Continue Reading →
The English language is a frustrating friend. She'll wow you with great writing that reaches across the page and touches your soul. She'll string together stunning phrase after stunning phrase that turns the mundane into something out-of-this-world and leaves you breathless. And then you sit down to write and she’ll trick you into using “there”... Continue Reading →
I walked to my car searching for the right words to describe the celebration. My coworker couldn’t have been happier. He had a smile that spread from one side of his face to the other. I couldn’t blame him for beaming. After more than twenty-some years with my company, he was retiring. A large group... Continue Reading →
The words and ideas come fast and furious. I can’t get them down on the laptop screen fast enough. They spill out of me bucket after bucket, more defined than the one before. I string two phrases together and two more replace them around the bend. I finish with one blog and before I know... Continue Reading →
I got the miniature Magic 8-Ball when my daughter gave it to me after she attended a friend’s birthday party. She handed me the 8-Ball happily and told me that it was for me since her friend didn’t give out any parting presents for the parents. “You came too. They should give party favors to... Continue Reading →
I’m jealous of the millennial generation. I’m not jealous of their thirst for technology, freedom, or age. Oh it would be fun to be 21, 25 or 30 for a day, to take another spin or two around the clock, but I’m comfortable in my own skin, approaching middle age. With more than 92 million... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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