Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I refilled my soda, stretched my arms and sat back down. The hour was late and my roommates were all asleep. The only sound I heard was the hum of the refrigerator compressor. I was in the small kitchen/dining room area working on a paper. I had a twenty page paper due later in the... Continue Reading →
I looked in the car mirror, tightened my tie and took a deep breath. Once my my wife and I were ready, we got out of the car and started walking to get in line for the viewing. The wife of a friend had passed away and we wanted to show our respect. We recognized... Continue Reading →
I was frustrated at work. I was frustrated at home. I wasn't writing much for myself and I felt like I had all this creativity inside of me and nowhere to run with it. My wife noticed the angst and suggested that I start my own blog. I kicked around the idea for a few... Continue Reading →
When I was a young child, I was scared of three monsters: the monsters that hid underneath my bed, the boogie monster in my closet, and Jaws. Now I eventually grew out of the boogie monster. I figured out he was just figment of my imagination. I could probably be convinced that the monster underneath... Continue Reading →
The blood was a dark red. I was a young kid and can't remember much else from the day, but two things stand out: my dad’s bloody hand, where he had cut himself on his radial arm band saw, and the huge grin he had spread across his face. My dad was cutting a piece... Continue Reading →
I complained to my mom. I didn’t want to go and now my feet hurt. My elementary class was singing and performing for the residents of a local nursing facility. My mom yelled at me that if I didn’t get a move on, I was going to be late. I wanted to stay home and... Continue Reading →
I sat in the car in the Walmart parking lot staring straight ahead. I was trying to make, what was up to that point, the toughest decision of my life. I guess I should correct that and say I was "re-thinking" the toughest decision of my life. The editor of a small newspaper in upstate... Continue Reading →
The nurse in the Intensive Care Unit looked down at her clipboard and then back up at my mother. She explained that my father had been in-and-out of conscious much of the day and his condition remained unchanged. His blood pressure and heart rate were improving, but not out of the woods. She encouraged my... Continue Reading →
I walked out of the back door of the courthouse, focused on my thoughts. I was working as a small-town newspaper reporter in Virginia and needed to get back to the office to write up my story for the next day’s paper. When I returned to my desk, I would be pressed for time, so... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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