Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The girl punched me gently on the arm and ran to her class. When she got to the door, she looked back, told me that she couldn’t wait to go out with me and lipped the words "thank you." The last thing I saw was her smile, which carried me the rest of the way to... 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 →
Most of the guys sat in the back of the van. We were on a youth group trip to a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball game. On the way to the game, two of the guys talked about ditching the adult chaperones and trying to get served beer. There were a few girls, but most of them... Continue Reading →
In elementary school, making friends seemed to come easy. You became friends over shared likenesses and how you liked to spend recess. "You like kickball too. Wanna be friends?" In high school, it was over shared experiences, like suffering through the same class or sweating together, running cross country. As an adult, I find that... Continue Reading →
My coworker was getting ready to go on a two-week vacation to Toronto. She looked exhausted and needed a break, so I offered to help her out by taking his place in his last meeting of the day, a weekly project update, and to sit in on a few important meetings for her while she... Continue Reading →
I’m thinking of opening my own marriage counseling service. My wife and I have been married for close to three decades. Now I would need to tell anyone who came to me that my wife is the brains of the outfit. Outside of that, what qualifications do I bring to the job? Oh, absolutely none.... Continue Reading →
The professor asked the class to drop off our papers on our way out of the room. My heart sank. I knew it was a long shot, but I had hoped he would forget, and I’d get a reprieve, at least for the weekend. I pulled my paper out of my bag and waited my... Continue Reading →
I walked away with tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t have been more thant six or seven years old. I turned around to try my case before the judge and jury one more time, but my mom had enough of my shenanigans and simply pointed to my room She was sending me there to... Continue Reading →
My best friend has been having some problems lately. She doesn’t run or jump as well as she used to in her younger years. She’s spends a lot of her time sleeping or acting like she’s sleeping and her once jet-black beard and eyebrows are now filled with gray hair. Despite it all, my best... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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