Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I carried our young daughter into the emergency room. I had one arm holding her back and another underneath her legs, cradling her in my arms. My wife followed closely by my side. The nurse at the front desk took one look at the three of us from behind her monitor and pointed to a... Continue Reading →
My son looked down at his phone and sighed. His flight back to his base was postponed by another two hours. The flight had been postponed once already. He would end up getting in later than he expected. When I asked if he was upset, he shrugged his shoulders and said that he’d be fine.... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I never liked to sit on Santa Claus’ lap. My mom used to keep our family photos in an old shoe box that we kept in a closet, I don’t think there’s one picture of me with the big guy. I loved what Santa brought me, but I wanted no... Continue Reading →
I have about 60 miles to travel until I hit the city. I couldn't be more carefree. Most days, I get by on coffee and a biting sarcasm that borders on gallows humor. However, if you cut me open today, I think I would bleed rainbows, unicorns, and butterflies. I’m the happiest I’ve been in... Continue Reading →
My son was sick the other day. His allergies were giving him trouble and he had cold-like symptoms. He was generally fine, but you could tell he was tired and, with several tests coming up, he needed a break. My wife gave him an over-the-counter nasal spray and, just like that, he was better. The... Continue Reading →
Let’s get ready to ruuumble. We’re looking live at the Candy Land Arena. It’s that time of the year again. Every one has a sweet tooth and the arena is jumping, it’s the NCAA Tournament, World Series, and Super Bowl of Candies. We're here for the 2021 Halloween Candy Championship. Folks, you're in for a... Continue Reading →
My son stops halfway up our stairs and then turns to come back downstairs. He thanks us for letting him have his friends over for a late-night chat about music. He lets out a big yawn and comes over to my wife and I and gives us a big hug. His hug never gets old.... Continue Reading →
I ordered a beer, my wife asked for a tall glass of sangria. We ordered an appetizer and watched the Summer Olympics on one of the many televisions scattered across the bar and restaurant. We listened too to the music that blared throughout the restaurant. After about twenty minutes, my wife even ordered a second... Continue Reading →
I had plenty of things I wanted to tell the couple. The thoughts floated in and out of my head like colorful fireworks going off on a clear Fourth of July night. They would blast onto the scene, make a bright entrance, and then disappear into a dark void. I wanted to tell them to... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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