Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Twenty-one months ago, I used to worry about what I wore to work. Before I packed up my bag and went out the door, I would ask my wife if my tie matched my shirt and if my shoes went with my pants. I would pay close attention to how I looked in the mirror... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I loved January and the start of a new year. As 10, 11, or 12 year-old, I loved having the day off from school and getting to watch college football. More than anything, I loved envisioning what new things were going to happen in the year. I felt the same... Continue Reading →
One year for Father’s Day, I got a colorful tie with Winnie the Pooh, Tigger and a pot of honey. Another year, I got a coffee cup to take to work. Over the years, my kids have surprised me with a more than a few "Father's Day Breakfasts in Bed." I’ve enjoyed all my presents,... Continue Reading →
Every morning for the past two weeks, I’ve run down to our kitchen to grab a refill on my coffee cup and a granola bar before running back up to my office to log into the next meeting. Before I head back upstairs, I look over to to see our dog, Nittany, a Lhasa Apso -... Continue Reading →
In down moments, you'll routinely catch me playing with a fidget spinner, doodling on scratch paper, or even tapping my foot. I’ve always had nervous energy, it’s in my blood. In fact, in my first job as a newspaper reporter, I used to throw a baseball back and forth from one hand to the next... Continue Reading →
I hear my wife on her Google Classroom call and she’s bursting with excitement. She’s giddy over one of her kids completing a simple math question. She raises her voice and yells out so everyone can hear, “You did it.” And then there’s me. I’m on a Microsoft Teams call and someone accidentally mutes their... Continue Reading →
I took a break from working the other day to look out the window. The street was empty, everyone quarantined in their homes. I couldn’t help but think about the year we’ve had. If I had looked at the street one year ago, I would have expected to see people out-and-about, going on with their... Continue Reading →
The dew shimmered like little diamonds as the grass caught the early morning sun. For the briefest of moments, I considered stepping out of my car and running my hands across the ground since the "diamonds" looked big enough to sweep up into my bare hands. I had driven my wife to an early morning... Continue Reading →
The ground is wet. I see that it rained the night before, but the sun is out and will burn-off the two or three puddles that I see along the trail in no time. We’ve taken a small handful of steps, but I can see already that my wife’s pace is brisk and determined and... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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