Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
(A version of this short story first ran in 2016.) The challenge with any writing is to tell a good story. I wrote this piece of short fiction a few years ago for a writing class to see if I could write — not as an adult male — but as someone else. You be... Continue Reading →
Oh, where did my readers go? I look at my WordPress statistics for the first half of the year and some of the numbers have declined. I say to myself in my best Cat in the Hat voice, minus Dr. Seuss' poetic rhythm, rhyming, and alliteration, of course, because I'm horrible at figuring out what... Continue Reading →
(A version of this short story ran in July 2016.) John pulled the taxi in front of his parents’ home and turned off the engine. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had had spent the previous three days rehearsing what he was going to say. While he would have liked to delay... Continue Reading →
A deep panic, mixed with anger at myself, set in my gut. Several years ago we were together with friends at the beach for one last fling before fall came and went we were overwhelmed with to dos and busy demands. We make the trip every year and it's always a great time. A couple... Continue Reading →
In a June issue of The New Yorker, writer Molly McCloskey wrote about her relationship with her father, Jack McCloskey, the general manager who helped build and guide the Detroit Pistons to nine straight playoff appearances, five consecutive Eastern Conference Finals and NBA championships in 1989 and 1990. Jack McCloskey passed away in 2017, but was absent for large... Continue Reading →
The wave crashed to the shore, letting out a thunderous clap. The water would shoot out, rushing to the shoreline and then it would retreat back to the ocean depths, like it was being pulled by a string. From the water's edges, I studied the waves for the longest time. I pushed the laughter and... Continue Reading →
John thought he was safe. He survived two big layoffs at his company. He went to work each day the past twelve months expecting the worst. However, the days turned into a string of months. He started to think that the worst was over, and he started to actually breath again. After one busy week,... Continue Reading →
I pulled back a yawn. We still had a full hour to wait. When my daughter was a young girl, she loved reading the Harry Potter books. When she picked up the first book, I wasn't sure what to think. I heard stories about a mythical world with wizards and witches and had my reservations.... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story appeared in June 2016.) I think kids today are missing out. They’re missing out on one of my all-time favorite hobbies. When I was young, my mom kept a large, green shoebox full of family pictures in her bedroom closet. When I was bored or felt blue and needed a... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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