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 →
When I was a kid, my parents purchased a set of encyclopedias. I don’t know if they purchased them from a door-to-door salesman, mail order or some other way. My memory is a bit foggy. All I know is that a large chunk of the alphabet showed up one day. I think a few of... Continue Reading →
Covid-19 has hammered communities across the country with the death toll crossing the 525,000 mark. With two vaccines now being pushed out to the public and a third from Johnson & Johnson starting to make its way, parents and educators have been raising the question about when public schools should return full time. I've gotten an... Continue Reading →
I look in my son’s room and find him sitting one leg scrunched underneath him, the other hanging from his chair, pouring over his computer screen and a nearby tablet. He’s been working on his homework for much of the weekend. As a junior, he’s got a heavy load with Pre-Calculus and two AP classes,... Continue Reading →
Here’s a small snapshot of headlines from the past week: --Thousands gathered for the 2020 March on Washington, 57 years after Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have A Dream” speech on the steps of the Lincoln Monument, calling for racial justice and police reform. --Hurricane Laura pounded Louisiana killing more than 15 people and causing... Continue Reading →
The choices were less than spectacular. One book had a blue cover and the name of the book in gold font. The other looked old and had a picture of a scary wolf with large fangs. My second-grade teacher read to the class a few minutes each day and she had given me the honor... 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 →
My daughter, fourteen at the time, sat in a small chair in the corner of the classroom and held tightly to a blue folder that had a large smiley face sticker on it. Her face by contrast gave nothing away. You couldn’t tell if she was happy or sad, comfortable or scared, rested or tired.... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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