Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I was a kid, we lived out in the country. Like most things in life, it had its pros and its cons. One of the negatives was that my brothers and I had to get up early to be ready in time for the school bus and the 25 minute drive to school. My... Continue Reading →
Car advertisements are everywhere. You see them in commercials, on social media, everywhere. It wasn’t always that way. The Winton Motor Carriage Company placed what is believed to be the earliest known automobile advertisement 125 years ago on July 30, 1898. The magazine advertisement in the Scientific American, the same magazine that documented the work... Continue Reading →
In April, I was stuck in traffic a few miles from home and the drive seemed to take forever. Five minutes passed and we barely moved. I rolled my eyes. Would the drive ever end? Fast forward to early May, my son and I were driving cross country, more than 2,500 miles away to get... Continue Reading →
I turned to look behind me. The coast was clear. No one was following my car. I looked again. In my rearview mirror, I noticed a suspicious-looking driver in a white truck. I was able to see that he wore his baseball cap low and had dark sunglasses. I wondered if he wore the outfit... Continue Reading →
A good number of year ago, my three kids came running down the stairs in their pajamas. They were giddy with excitement. Without being told twice, they put on their coats and gloves, the night chill made them a must, and my wife loaded the three of them into our car. Once everyone was tucked... Continue Reading →
When I was a gawky kid, whenever I brought home my report card, if I had a B, I immediately wanted a A. If I had a A, I wanted an A-plus. When I ran cross country in high school, if I cut 15 seconds off my 5k time, I wanted to run the exact... Continue Reading →
As a young kid, you dreamed about the perfect mix: cloudy skies, brisk temperatures in the air, and the local television and radio meteorologists going crazy predicting an impeding snow storm. You’d cross your fingers, pull out the silly rabbit’s foot that you picked up at a Shrine Circus, all hoping against hope for snow... Continue Reading →
My mother, with a little help from God, is getting her sweet revenge. When I was a kid in high school, my mother would have to regularly pick me up from cross country or track practice. Our coach would end practice in the early evening and like clockwork my mother would be there to pick... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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