Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
One bad boss and a near impossible project schedule drove one coworker I worked with years ago to take a long lunch and when he got back to the office to up and quit on the spot. Another boss drove a coworker to cry — okay, it isn't what you’re expecting. The coworker broke out... Continue Reading →
We were on a Microsoft Teams call, but we may as well have been on different planets. My friend Mike rolled his eyes and covered his mouth to hide a smile, while another coworker temporarily muted her audio. Of course, I looked down at my pen as if it might give me the answer. Our... Continue Reading →
I had wolfed down my dinner without saying much. As soon as everyone was done eating, our three kids, all pretty young at the time, had run off to do their homework and play. My wife had given them a "Get Out of Jail Free" Card and they were smart, they ran as soon as... Continue Reading →
I walked across the parking lot, straightening my tie as I walked, the pages of my notebook flying up in the air with each step. I was late for my meeting with my boss, the college president. I had been on the phone with a consulting firm and the large-scale web and video campaign that... Continue Reading →
First came the little old man who lived up the street and always liked to question why the milk and bread and everything else for that matter were so expensive. He'd hold up a loaf of bread and ask out loud if I thought the bread was worth whatever the grocery store was charging. I'd... Continue Reading →
Earlier this summer, I found myself without a job. One day I was working on an important client project and had meetings taking up much of my day, the next I was combing job sites and ramping up networking efforts on LinkedIn. My first response to the Covid-related job loss was to panic. My next... Continue Reading →
For the first time in more than 30 years, I have nowhere to go when I get up tomorrow morning. I don’t have to jump in the shower, rush out the door with a piece of toast or muffin in my mouth, and race the car up the highway. I don’t have to stop at... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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