Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I knew at an early age that I didn't want to work in the local steel mill, become a farm worker, or enlist in the military — the careers that many of my classmates in my small rural high school chose. They were all fine pursuits, but I figured out that my interests lie elsewhere.... Continue Reading →
I was playing on my phone recently and I accidentally opened my Contacts Tab. I was getting ready to move on when it hit me that there were a lot of names of people who I haven't talked to in ages and the list could use a good cleaning. Like a farmer I needed to... Continue Reading →
If you had one more day with a friend, how would you spend it? Go on a road trip? Stop in at the local coffee shop and catch-up on the latest news? Go to a game or shopping together? Business Icon and Berkshire Hathaway Chairman & CEO Warren Buffet knows what he would do. At... Continue Reading →
One bad boss and a near impossible project schedule drove one coworker I worked with years ago to take a long lunch and when he got back to the office to up and quit on the spot. Another boss drove a coworker to cry — okay, it isn't what you’re expecting. The coworker broke out... Continue Reading →
The meeting was winding to a close. I had been worried about it all morning. I wanted to make sure that my client got what she needed. It was made even more awkward because there seemed to be an abnormally high level of tension and a confrontation of egos over whose needs were more important.... Continue Reading →
Early in my career, I would pack up my laptop, grab my coat, get up from my desk, and quietly leave work with my head down. I’d nod to a few people, but I wouldn’t say much. It didn’t matter that I had gotten to work at the crack of dawn, hours before anyone else,... Continue Reading →
(I ran a version of this story in January 2016. It's been updated and revised with current publishing data.) Patricia Cornwell’s books take-up two rows in my local library. Danielle Steele, now 76, has slowed in recent years, but she’s holding strong with two shelves of her own. James Patterson — the master — leads... Continue Reading →
My mother brought me up right. She taught my brothers and me that anytime you travel somewhere — could be to visit a longtime friend or an acquaintance, it doesn't matter — you should always bring a gift. The size of the gift didn't matter, could be a simple as some homemade cookies, but no... Continue Reading →
I walked in the front door of our house and knew what was coming. My mom took one look at me and yelled out my name. She wanted to know what I had done to my jeans. I went to school with two fresh iron-on patches on the knees. My mom had fixed them the... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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