Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
What the hell was I thinking? When I was a young, I was small for my age. I was always the smallest or one of the small kids in my elementary school classes, but I was a smart kid. I read a lot. I kept up with my homework. I did my chores, I listened... Continue Reading →
If you had a chance to try something again, what would you try? The Today show and several news outlets in the Philadelphia area have run stories recently about a local man who retired from his nearly four-decade-long stint at the U.S. Postal Service to go back to school at Montgomery County Community College and pursue his... Continue Reading →
A few months ago, I was driving late at night after picking up my son at college. We had to stop for gas. When I got back on the road, we had to drive up a small mountain and a heavy fog had rolled in, slowing our progress. Fortunately, I remembered what my Driver's Ed... Continue Reading →
I hadn’t thought about my coworker in a long time, but her name came up in conversation recently and I saw her vividly in my memories. She died several years ago after a courageous health battle. We had been close work friends for a few years -- we saw each other every day -- but... Continue Reading →
I grew up in a beautiful rural area. When I was 17-years-old and felt depressed or claustrophobic growing up in my rural home, I would go for a drive. I would drive past beautiful Amish and non-Amish farms. I would drive past little churches with tall steeples. I would cut through the valley where I... Continue Reading →
I watched my boss through his plate glass window office. I had already put in a 12-hour day, I was tired and frustrated. I had spent the day working on my piece for the next day’s newspaper and he was making wholesale changes. I was all for edits, I loved good feedback, but his changes... Continue Reading →
I looked to the left of the gas station and saw the man. I thought he was part of the lawn mowing crew that was cleaning the property. He looked like he might have passed out in the sun. I knocked on the car window to let my wife know, I was thinking that we... Continue Reading →
The truth can be deceiving. If you’d ask the guy down the street, he might have a few thoughts about me. He might say that: I’m a curmudgeon and cheapskate for not buying more Girl Scout cookies from his daughter when they came to our house. I’m a lousy driver and drive too fast up... Continue Reading →
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then here's three thousand of the best I can create. Hopefully they do the job. Happy weekend.
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