We celebrate Thanksgiving in a few days. It’s a time for families and friends to come together. Like any gathering, there will be some happiness and maybe even some stress and tension. Who's going to be late to the dinner table? Who let the refrigerator door open? Who brings up politics over the dinner table?... Continue Reading →
I took a break from working the other day to look out the window. The street was empty, everyone quarantined in their homes. I couldn’t help but think about the year we’ve had. If I had looked at the street one year ago, I would have expected to see people out-and-about, going on with their... Continue Reading →
People who know me know that I try to write my wife a short note once a week. We met via long distance in the days before online dating and text messaging and it's been a good way to keep us in touch and grounded. The letters are a story for another day, but my... Continue Reading →
We all have our favorites. There’s nothing else like it, the highest of the high. I’m talking of course about the best feeling in the world: --When you write something and you touch someone. The reaction could be good or bad, the good part is getting the reaction. For example, I wrote something recently and sent... Continue Reading →
I couldn’t help myself. I was looking something up online and I happened to come across the advertisement that included a picture of the shoes, a pair of tan blucher moccasins, the kind of shoe that I loved when I was in college. I soon found myself placing the shoes in the site's shopping cart... Continue Reading →
I rolled down my window and let the afternoon sun and wind whip through the car. My day had started miserable and now out of the blue it had turned for the better. As soon as I left my house in the morning, I spilled coffee on my shirt and I groaned as my phone... Continue Reading →
Several stores where I live seemed to start earlier this year with the Christmas decorations. I felt like they were ready for Christmas in August. When I turn on the television, I hit every Christmas show on the air. (My wife and her love of sappy Christmas romances on the Hallmark Channel could have something... Continue Reading →
When I was a little kid, I used to laugh at what made my mother happy. To my little brain, she seemed to take a lot of pleasure ― too much pleasure in fact ― in something as small as a hot cup of coffee or a snowy day or even crisp, clean laundry. For... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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