Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My wife and I were packing for a weekend away recently and I asked her if she had seen a pair of my missing dress shorts. "Do you know where my gray shorts are?" I asked. "You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones you got me for my birthday." "Oh yes, it's my... Continue Reading →
When I was in college, my parents would visit me occasionally on campus and before they would leave, my mother or father would reach into their pocket and pull out a $20 or $40, if I was really lucky, and tell me to use it wisely. They didn't have a ton of money so it... Continue Reading →
I knew at an early age that I didn't want to work in the local steel mill, become a farm worker, or enlist in the military — the careers that many of my classmates in my small rural high school chose. They were all fine pursuits, but I figured out that my interests lie elsewhere.... Continue Reading →
I feel anger. I feel frustration and loss. I feel a rush of emotions, but mainly a numbing feeling. The anniversary of 9/11 comes up every year and I always try to take stock of what I'm feeling. I can never quite put my finger on the boiling pot of emotions that rage inside of... Continue Reading →
My wife has to think that I'm crazy. Last Friday, all I talked about was getting up early the next day and working in our yard. I had big plans to mow the yard and trim some bushes. I even made plans to clean out and rearrange our garage. I was going to get up... Continue Reading →
I had to run last week to my local Department of Motor Vehicle office for a new driver's license. I had to get a new photo taken. The little smiley face that I drew haphazardly on a piece of paper wasn't going to work should I get pulled over by the state police. The errand... Continue Reading →
In my dream, the ocean waves crash to the shore, sending the white, wispy surf up to our ankles. The sun has come up in the horizon and made it's grand entrance. Several small sandpipers near us greet the day by lining up up on the sand. They seem to be playing chicken with one... Continue Reading →
I stalk around my room, like a mad scientist, talking and grunting to myself in a gibberish that's hard for anyone else to understand. I'm surrounded by a lab full of beakers and various half-started projects. When I sit down at my laptop, I type out two or three sentences, read what I've written and... Continue Reading →
We come out of turn three and I race to the inside, slipping in between car #51 and #9. I imagine the anger that the driver of car #51 must be spewing towards me. I expect that he's raising his fist in fury at me. We've been trading spots all night, racing around the track... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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