Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My wife’s knees were bothering her the other day. She was on her feet much of the day and it was catching up to her. My back has been bothering me too. I joke that we’re getting older, but it’s more than that, we’ve earned our bruises the hard way. Here’s what I mean: When... Continue Reading →
I’ve written about Nittany, our 15-year-old Lhasa Apsa – Bichon Frise, a ton over the past several years. I most recently wrote in Every dog has its day about how she's getting older and how I worry about her. She's become my favorite topic. I love writing about her crazy tricks and "who-me?" attitude, but... Continue Reading →
When my kids were young, they all wanted to know who was the favorite child. They were all smart in how they asked the question. They knew that if they simply came out and asked, my wife and I would say no one. So, they found new says to try to get to the heart... Continue Reading →
We see acts of courage — strength in the face of fear, pain or grief — in our lives all the time. I read this weekend about Narges Mohammadi, an Iranian journalist and human rights activist, who was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize on Friday for her fight against the systematic discrimination and oppression of... Continue Reading →
When most folks think of preschool television, they think of Sesame Street and Elmo and Big Bird and the Muppet Characters. It makes sense Sesame Street is the long running kids program on American television. However, I think of another program. Who remembers The Electric Company? Learning is fun The Electric Company ran for six... Continue Reading →
I would get in the car and wipe away a tear. When my kids were infants and we needed daycare assistance, my wife and I would share drop-off duties. I found leaving the kids to be the hardest job in the world. I would always leave with a tear. Oh, my tears made no sense,... Continue Reading →
I look angry in the picture. I’m certainly not amused. My mom asked me to slide next to a small lifelike statue of a Native American Girl. She was wearing a beaded dress and a feather in her long hair. I’m about six or seven-years-old in the picture. I wasn’t sure of girls my age... Continue Reading →
My son sees my car and starts walking toward me. I flash my headlights in the dark just to make sure he sees me. His head is down, and he looks tired. He’s been working a ton of hours this summer, saving up for his second year of college. He gets in the car and... 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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