Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The little kid walked without purpose or direction in front of his dad. He wanted no parts of the trip to the grocery store. However, his dad’s cart had just a few items and looked like they were just getting started. When I ran into them again in the next aisle over though, the young... Continue Reading →
When I was a young kid, I hated the beach. We lived faraway from the beach, four to five hours away, but the couple of times that we went, I whined and complained about having to walk in the hot sand. I would be a mess until we reached the shoreline, where I loved digging... Continue Reading →
I gave a presentation at work recently. It did not go as well as I would have liked. I can tell you everything that I did wrong in the presentation. I talked too fast; I rambled in spots; and I spoke without a lot of emotion or enthusiasm. I’ve made a ton of presentations over... Continue Reading →
For much of our working life, when the alarm has gone off in the morning, my wife and I have groaned, may have even hit the snooze button, but we’ve gotten up and out of bed and trekked off to work. Her in one direction, me in another. There has been much about the pandemic that... Continue Reading →
I should have known that there would be some challenges along the way. The project was simple enough. My employer had generously offered to cover the cost of a new chair for my home office, a nice big cushy one to boot. When I opened the box the chair came in, I groaned when I... Continue Reading →
The little boy climbs one foot in front of the other up the ladder. He stops and looks out over the pool, his eyes look like saucers. Seeing the kids behind him, he takes the final three steps to the top of the diving board. On one hand, he’s scared to death. If he could climb... Continue Reading →
I woke before my son and wife on a recent Saturday. The house was quiet, except for the hum of the refrigerator and a bird chirping outside. My morning quiet was soon broken by some rustling outside our front door. When I went to check, I saw that a delivery driver had dropped off a... Continue Reading →
My mom kissed me on my forehead and tucked me into my bed for the fourth time that night. She had to be losing her patience. I had been up and down all night. She’d put me down one minute and a few minutes later I would be up-and-out of bed again. I was getting... Continue Reading →
I stepped away from my desk. I had been working nonstop since mid-morning. I walked downstairs from my home office to see my son pull into the driveway. I greeted him at the door with a smile. We chatted briefly about his day and I told him about my meetings. Before he went up to his... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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