Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
In line with my series last month on hope and optimism, I’m going to occasionally list out things that I’ve come across that give me hope. I’m thinking of making it a regular feature. We’ll see. Anyway, here’s ten things that bring me hope this week: Image by Wolfgang by Pexels. —People watching. Oh, we’re... Continue Reading →
I wrote this week about patience. If there's one character trait I need more than any other, it's got to be patience. I promise that my mother tried! She's a saint, so don't go blaming her. She's the most patient person I know. It just didn't stick. While I may lack patience, I do know... Continue Reading →
I got in the driver’s seat and reached over and unlocked the passenger door for my high school friend — this was back in the day before automatic door locks — and turned the ignition. The car tried to turn over but made a grounding sound. Hmm, that can’t be good. I looked over at... Continue Reading →
I hadn’t eaten all day. I looked over the menu and the choices looked wonderful. Of course, when the food came, my appetite had magically gone with it. As the old timers from my hometown would say, "My eyes were bigger than my stomach." I’ve been thinking lately about the moments when my brain tells... Continue Reading →
The doctor pulled the curtain back and came into our room. My wife was pregnant with our second child. I seem to recall it being our first, but she's the mom, so I'll take her word for it. In any event, she was nearing full-term, coming up on her 38th week. The doctor looked a... Continue Reading →
I’ve noticed something strange about every dentist or doctor office that I’ve visited lately. They all have the same décor and the same look and feel. If you've seen one, you’ve seen them all. Which makes me wonder: Do they order from the same catalog? Is there an Amazon online ordering system for doctors? Is... Continue Reading →
I was looking online the other day for a new pair of shorts for the summer. I’ve lost some weight and need a new pair. When the kids were young, I went with the traditional dad shorts, you know the kind, the khaki-colored shorts with a roomy fit and lots of pockets, the more pockets... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, we lived on a rural country road. We got a few trucks and lots of Amish horse and buggies traveling by, but we didn't get a lot of ice cream trucks driving our way. So, when my wife and I first moved into our house, I was like a little... Continue Reading →
When I was younger, I was wound pretty tight, struggling to keep all the bouncing balls at work and home from falling. There were times when I managed it well and, then other times, not so well. I like to think that I've changed. For example, three years ago, our youngest son was driving with... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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