Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
In my dream, the ocean waves crash to the shore, sending the white, wispy surf up to our ankles. The sun has come up in the horizon and made it's grand entrance. Several small sandpipers near us greet the day by lining up up on the sand. They seem to be playing chicken with one... Continue Reading →
When host Jame Lipton was alive, he used to ask guests of his show, Inside the Actors Studio, "if God exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?" He got the usual responses, but some off the wall ones too: Harrison Ford responded, "You're much better-looking in... Continue Reading →
Six years ago, I wrote about my dream dinner party, the five people, living or dead, who I would invite to a special dinner. In my my story, "Party of six, you're table is ready," I walked through the various options and threw out some names of people who I thought might be interesting to... Continue Reading →
I reviewed my day and made three imaginary check marks in my imaginary little black book. I donated a few dollars to the American Red Cross and scheduled a day and time in my calendar to give blood, check mark. I kept my cool, but stood up to a peer, who has a tendency to speak... Continue Reading →
He stood stooped over, age had taken a toll on his posture, but he was a tall man so he still towered over me. He wore a long overcoat and a black wool fedora. He could have been straight out of a 1950's movie. He would smile when he saw me. I used to smile... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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