Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I sit in my seat in my local library and sneak a peek at the guy with the long sleeve Henley shirt, jeans, and running shoes with orange bottoms. I give him a long look. He's head down, his face in a notebook. He's got a backpack and jacket spread out on the table in... Continue Reading →
I need some help from my readers. I make a regular trip for coffee to Wawa, a convenience store near my house. I often grab a soft pretzel and a soda for later. I'm usually dressed in shorts or sweatpants and maybe a t-shirt. If I'm running straight from a Zoom meeting, I'll have on... Continue Reading →
(I published a version of this story first in October 2023. I've made updates to the list.) When I was in grade school, I went out for pee wee football. When we lined up in three or four rows and did our calisthenics before the start of practice — everything from jumping jacks to leg... Continue Reading →
Everyone in my class had left. The prof had packed up too. I sat staring at my notebook for the longest time. When I was 18 or 19 and in college, I needed an elective, so I took an Introductory Religious Studies Class. I walked into the class thinking it would be a piece of... Continue Reading →
The world can be a crazy place. Sometimes it helps to step back and list a few of the things you’re grateful for. I’m making it a habit each week to list three blessings. Here’s what I’m grateful for this week, April 13 – 19. What I'm grateful for: —Getting the meaning of Easter. When... Continue Reading →
Christians see Jesus Christ's death as the ultimate sacrifice, leading to forgiveness and redemption. When I look on Christ's crucifixion, it's so big, so immense. It's hard for me to get my hands around. Yet, I understand it better when I stop and notice the sacrifices all around me. Oh, these sacrifices are smaller, nothing... Continue Reading →
My brothers didn't get pulled out of class. My friends Dana and Robby didn't get pulled out. None of the kids who sat near me had to go either. I walked out of my class, my fist in a ball, angered by the injustice. Every week from second to sixth grade, I had to leave... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story ran on March 20, 2016.) My day had not started well. I forgot that I needed to drop my son at school and I was running late to work. I still needed to make a few tweaks to a presentation I was giving later that morning and I desperately needed... Continue Reading →
My father enters the diner. Elton John's song Crocodile Rock fills the restaurant. He sees me in a corner booth and starts to make his way toward where I'm seated. He's careful to let the waitress pass with a tray full of food. He wears a heavy flannel shirt and jeans. The temperature is supposed... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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