Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I read something over the weekend that laid out some good advice. The writer talked about how we learn from our kids. He wrote that he watched his son respond to some adversity in his life and in reflecting on the challenge, the writer learned that it was exactly what he needed to overcome his... Continue Reading →
After a five-week break, I'm back!!!! Look for new blogs here soon! I've missed posting and talking with readers, but the vacation from the twice-a-week posting routine and the chance to collect my thoughts was much needed. I've made some other changes to the blog and there will be more in the coming weeks. I... Continue Reading →
The bell would ring and everyone in the school would rise as one, breaking out into cheers, laughs and sighs of relief. A teacher or two would be in the hall trying to keep some kind of peace and calm, yelling for us walk and not to become crazy men and women, but most threw... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I was full of questions. I’m sure I was pretty annoying. My mother says I started at a young age and I've never really stopped being curious. You know the type of questions I’m talking about, why is the sky blue? Which came first the chicken or the egg? I... Continue Reading →
My hands became clammy. I started to fret over what to say and how to fit in with the rest of my coworkers. The anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach ticked off like a bomb waiting to go off and I cursed when I accidentally spilled my water bottle onto my tie. The... Continue Reading →
I got in my car and felt like crud, lower than dog poo on the bottom of your shoe. I had been putting in tons of hours at work, extra hours each evening and again on the weekend. For once, I was hoping to leave early, but it wasn’t in the cards, one fire cropped... Continue Reading →
From mid-November to late December in my house, the Hallmark Channel with Christmas love story after Christmas love story is on pretty much nonstop. My wife and daughter love them, they can’t get enough of them. I’m a Christmas softee, so I must admit that I'll pull up a chair and watch for a few... Continue Reading →
My college professor handed back my paper with red ink up and down both edges. My heart sank looking at the mess. I walked out of the classroom heartbroken. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my body. I skipped the rest of my afternoon classes. I was in no mood for... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I hated that we lived outside of town away from most of the other kids in my school. The distance was a mere three miles, but it felt like 3,000. To my way of thinking, we may as well have lived in another country. I should probably explain, when I... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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