I racked my brain. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing to my son. I didn’t want to put too much pressure on him, but I also wanted to let him know that I understood the importance of the week and that we had his back. My son is finishing up his first semester... Continue Reading →
We had barely pulled into Morgantown for a visit with our son, a freshman at West Virginia University, when he had asked us to make a Target run. When we got back to his dorm, he pulled the shopping bags out of our SUV like they were coming off an assembly line, handing them out... Continue Reading →
The professor asked the class to drop off our papers on our way out of the room. My heart sank. I knew it was a long shot, but I had hoped he would forget, and I’d get a reprieve, at least for the weekend. I pulled my paper out of my bag and waited my... Continue Reading →
We moved our youngest son into his dorm room over the weekend and said our goodbyes. The move was generally fine. We didn’t break anything in the move, I didn’t pull-out my back lifting anything, and we also didn’t embarrass him too much in front of his new roommates. I’d call that a win-win! I... Continue Reading →
I’m thinking there might just be hope for my wife and I. My son went away for the week with some of his friends to the beach. They played in the sun and enjoyed themselves. He's got two other big trips planned for later in the summer. If you note a touch of jealousy, yes,... Continue Reading →
I ripped open the envelope and skimmed the typed written letter. I read it over the mailbox right by the street. I had been accepted to my college of choice — a large public university about 50 minutes from my home. I would need to start school in Summer Semester, a few days after my... Continue Reading →
The grass is cut low so you can see the dew glisten on the ground. The flower beds look immaculately cut and mulched. There isn’t a piece of liter on the ground. The campus looks friendly and inviting. We have been on a seemingly endless college tour since the summer. My son is a senior... Continue Reading →
I hugged my parents, told them I would call them soon, turned and started the long walk back to my new dorm room. We had unpacked all of my clothes and boxes and they were heading home. I was heading back to meet the other guys on my dorm floor and get settled in the... Continue Reading →
My college professor handed back my paper with red ink up and down both edges. My heart sank looking at the mess. I walked out of the classroom heartbroken. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my body. I skipped the rest of my afternoon classes. I was in no mood for... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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