I carried our young daughter into the emergency room. I had one arm holding her back and another underneath her legs, cradling her in my arms. My wife followed closely by my side. The nurse at the front desk took one look at the three of us from behind her monitor and pointed to a... Continue Reading →
My wife and I looked at each other and then back at the nurse. She was walking us through a checklist of things to watch for with our new baby. She was rattling them off, rapid-fire, faster than I could keep up. We were taking our baby girl home with us from the maternity ward... 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 →
My wife looked at me, but said nothing. Her hand, the one without the IV tubes, gripped mine like her life depended on it. The labor pains took their sweet time, but were now coming at a steady pace. We were having our first child and I was doing my best to try to help... Continue Reading →
I have a bad habit. We’re a family in constant motion. We’re very rarely ever together anymore. Someone’s always off doing something, so when we go to a party or event, I inevitably get asked where one of my kids is. I’ve gotten into the habit of saying that we left the missing party along... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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