Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
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 →
The whirling jigsaw cut through the wood like a sharp knife slicing through butter, sending dust and wood chips through the air. The shop teacher watched me closely with a blank stare, but he left me in control of everything. My father had a similar saw at home, but he didn’t like us kids using... Continue Reading →
I sprinted ten yards, stopped immediately to a brisk walk for a few paces and then sprinted again for another ten yards. I hadn’t even finished the first week of summer classes and I was already late to my first class. I had an early morning English 101 class, an introductory General Education class, that... Continue Reading →
My daughter and son graduate this week, one from college, one from basic training. I have a million thoughts racing through my mind: memories of them as young kids; long talks that we’ve had about what they wanted to do with their lives; and the challenges they’ve overcome. They've worked so hard to get to... Continue Reading →
I couldn’t help myself. I was looking something up online and I happened to come across the advertisement that included a picture of the shoes, a pair of tan blucher moccasins, the kind of shoe that I loved when I was in college. I soon found myself placing the shoes in the site's shopping cart... Continue Reading →
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and it's gotten me thinking lately about the road not taken: a car salesman, preacher, insurance carrier, farmer, and steel worker to name a few possible roads. These are all fine careers. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to get out of my hometown and make... Continue Reading →
I put the composition book up to my nose, flipped through the pages, and took in the inky smell of the paper. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a Target store worker round the corner and quickly pulled the notebook down and back on the shelf. Before moving onto the next aisle,... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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