Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The barber spread the gown over top of me. I braced myself. I had already said hello and told him how I wanted my hair to be cut. We had gotten the basics out of the way. Still, I knew what was coming. “How about this warm weather?” he said waving a crooked finger toward... Continue Reading →
I have red ones and blue ones, some have stripes and patterns. Some were very expensive to buy, others not so much. A few have spots where I spilled coffee or soda on them, most are made of sheeny silk and glisten in the light. They sit and they wait for me to pull them... Continue Reading →
I wanted to blurt out that I would travel to Las Vegas and put everything on black. I was in line with a coworker grabbing a quick bite to eat and he asked how I would spend my time if I learned I was going to die in five days. My first comment was to... Continue Reading →
I’ve long been fascinated by stand-up comedians. When I was a young kid, I loved to catch Bob Hope and Steve Martin on TV. Hope would make fun of his golf game or the intelligence of some hulking college All-American, Martin would riff on being a "wild and crazy guy." When I got a few... Continue Reading →
My hands shook as I got into the car and drove to work. I looked back in the rearview mirror and turned up the volume to the radio in the hopes that my thoughts would get carried away. The morning was your typical morning. I woke up, took a shower and got dressed and ready... Continue Reading →
The car came up fast behind me on the highway. The driver left little room between us. With a tractor-trailer in front of me in the left lane and slower traffic in the right lane, I was driving as fast as I could and had nowhere to go. One urgent stop, one quick change in... Continue Reading →
He stood stooped over, age had taken a toll on his posture, but he was a tall man so he still towered over me. He wore a long overcoat and a black wool fedora. He could have been straight out of a 1950's movie. He would smile when he saw me. I used to smile... Continue Reading →
I come home most nights to find little Post-it Notes scattered across the kitchen table. Some are normal sized 3 X 3 inches, others are even smaller. They’re mixed in with bills, fliers, and school newsletters and permission forms that have come home with my son from school. My anal compulsive nature starts flaring up... Continue Reading →
I pulled my car into the parking lot, turned off the engine, and thought about my next step. I could leave, I didn’t have to go in. I hadn’t paid anything up to this point. I was tired from a long day of work. Only a few minutes earlier, I had let out a massive... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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