Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I took a few minutes on Christmas Day after our presents had been exchanged, the wrapping paper ripped away, and the newness of the day had worn off to look over "the crazy mess" beneath our tree. My wife and kids gave me several presents that I'll cherish for years to come including a new leather... Continue Reading →
I’ve written a lot of content over the years, blogs, newspaper articles, executive presentations and speeches, marketing content, scripts, plays, and even an old discarded novel to name a few. When I go back and read some of the things that I’ve written, most times I cringe. I’m like an actor who can’t stand watching... Continue Reading →
When the third and final ghost, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, in the classic novel, "A Christmas Carol," takes Ebenezer Scrooge to the churchyard and shows him his own grave stone, Scrooge is overwhelmed with fear and pleads with the spirit to give him another chance. He promises to turn a new leaf, to... Continue Reading →
I guided my cart through the Target Department Store not really paying attention. With Halloween coming soon, many shoppers were loading up on candy and treats. The store was so busy that I came close to running into an older women and what I assumed was her grandchild. My wife had sent me to the... Continue Reading →
I put on my coat to run a couple of errands and my wife was positioned comfortably on our living room sofa watching the latest Hallmark Christmas movie. In the minute it took to tell my wife goodbye and kiss her on the cheek, I got the lay of the land: Young advertising executive Melanie... Continue Reading →
I couldn’t sleep. I turned to one side, then back to the other. I pulled my pillow over my head and clinched my eyes tight hoping that both would miraculously put me to sleep. I tried to count sheep, but nothing seemed to help put me into a blissful sleep. I was tired, but I... Continue Reading →
A number of years ago, my eleven-year-old daughter and eight-year-old son barged into my wife and my bedroom and bounced on top of our bed. Right behind them, their three-year-old brother waddled into the room too. His brother and sister reached down from their perch on the bed, grabbed him by the shoulders, and lifted him... Continue Reading →
I tip-toed into my parent’s room. I’m not sure why I was worried about being quiet. My two older brothers were off doing something with their friends and my mom and dad had left to pick up milk and bread from the store and wouldn't be back home for at least another 15 minutes. I had... Continue Reading →
I put my hands in my pocket, stood up tall, and told the salesman to take or leave my final offer. I wasn’t going to go any higher. My wife and our three kids were hunting for a Christmas tree and off to one side of the small farm, we found the perfect Douglas Fir... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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