Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
Watching my father turn rough wood into detailed sculptures with a pocketknife taught me the art of patience. I never mastered his sharp tools, but I found my own chisel in the pen—carving out words to find my voice and build my world.
A childhood memory of seeing Star Wars in 1977 serves as a reminder of what the movie theater experience used to be—and why great storytelling will always beat empty Hollywood explosions.
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