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 →
I get up and walk downstairs to our kitchen to pour myself a cold glass of milk. I sit down at the kitchen table, the only light coming from a street light outside our house, and take a sip. I can’t sleep. My mind is racing with a million thoughts. Crying baby girl In the... Continue Reading →
I remember sleep. It was a wondrous and beautiful thing. I would lounge on my bed in an old comfortable t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, fall asleep within a minute or so of lying down and blissfully sleep the night away. Thunder? Fireworks? Passing bus or tractor trailer right outside my window? No problem.... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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