Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My wife and I have a schedule. She races off in the morning to school. I work from home. We do our own thing and then later in the evening we come back together. We'll sit across from each other, both exhausted, but glad to see each other. We're like many other couples. We'll chat... Continue Reading →
It's my lucky day. By the time most people read this post, I'll be on my way to pick up my youngest son from college. I'll spend most of the day in my car. If I were a wiser man, ruled less by my own heart and emotions, I would've made him take the bus... Continue Reading →
A gentle rustling came from the trees in our back yard. It could have been the wind or two squirrels playing at the base of the tree. I sat down on a chair on our deck and closed my eyes. A few hours early there was a general rumbling in our house. Two of our... Continue Reading →
(A version of this short story ran in July 2016.) John pulled the taxi in front of his parents’ home and turned off the engine. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had had spent the previous three days rehearsing what he was going to say. While he would have liked to delay... Continue Reading →
We moved our youngest son into his dorm room over the weekend and said our goodbyes. The move was generally fine. We didn’t break anything in the move, I didn’t pull-out my back lifting anything, and we also didn’t embarrass him too much in front of his new roommates. I’d call that a win-win! I... Continue Reading →
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 ordered a beer, my wife asked for a tall glass of sangria. We ordered an appetizer and watched the Summer Olympics on one of the many televisions scattered across the bar and restaurant. We listened too to the music that blared throughout the restaurant. After about twenty minutes, my wife even ordered a second... Continue Reading →
My girlfriend pulled her car into an open parking spot and I pulled in beside her. I turned off the Christmas Carols that had been playing on a local radio station, turned my car off, and stepped outside and into her car. We had been visiting with my brother and she needed to get back... Continue Reading →
I see my daughter's face on the laptop screen. I focus on her smile. I can even see that she’s doing well and enjoying herself. It kills me though knowing that I can’t hug her or hold her by the shoulders and tell her that I’m proud of her for giving her best. I try... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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