Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I sprinted ten yards, stopped immediately to a brisk walk for a few paces and then sprinted again for another ten yards. I hadn’t even finished the first week of summer classes and I was already late to my first class. I had an early morning English 101 class, an introductory General Education class, that... Continue Reading →
I feel fortunate some days to be upright and walking, none the worse for wear. It’s a mean, cruel world out there, but somehow I've survived. Think I'm joking. Here’s some of the things that I’ve survived in my short life: --Playing on 70’s playground equipment. Think metal monkey bars . . . nothing more... Continue Reading →
My wife and daughter were stuck along the side of the busy road. They had been out shopping when my wife's car started making a violent bucking sound. They pulled over and were waiting for a tow truck driver to come pick them up. Of course, the tow trucker driver was taking longer than expected.... Continue Reading →
I check my smartphone and it seems like the tech giants of the internet come out with new and improved apps every day. It doesn’t matter if it’s a new game or a photo editing tool or a time management app, they all promise the world. These new apps got me thinking about a few... Continue Reading →
It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these columns. For those new to my blog, I’ve jotted down decrees off and on over the past several years that I will make law the instant I become King of the World. I have no plans for a Game of Thrones takeover anytime soon, so... Continue Reading →
I have a few questions. When I was a kid, I stumbled one night across an eerie documentary on the Bermuda Triangle. I couldn’t sleep and decided get out of bed to get some milk. In my zombie-like state, I turned on the television and came across the show which dived into how dozens of... Continue Reading →
First comes the brush off. I chalk it up to a bad day. A few days goes by and she refuses to look at me, to the left, to the right, but not at me. I grumble under my breath. Finally, she avoids me altogether and runs to my daughter. An unfriendly coworker? A friend... Continue Reading →
When my son was in boot camp, the swarm of drill instructors assigned to his platoon, kept him and the other recruits busy. They were running from sunup to sun-down. In one of his few letters home, my son scribbled down a list of the foods that he couldn’t wait to have when he came... Continue Reading →
When my daughter was five or six-years old, she used to like to climb the ladder to the monkey bars or the hanging ropes at the local playground. She’d take a step or two, look back at me, and then go back to the ladder. One of her feet would inevitably get tangled or come... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
You must be logged in to post a comment.