Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
The father in front of me look frazzled and was losing his patience. He had given his son a choice of Matchbox cars to buy for a birthday present for a friend. It was almost time to put the toy on the grocery store cash register. "Which is it going to be Max? The red... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, my mother was a treasure-trove of folksy sayings. When I failed to make the varsity basketball team, she told me to "stop crying over spilled milk. When I was chomping at the bit for Christmas morning, she told me to "hold my horses." Some of her sayings and colloquialisms came... Continue Reading →
My mom never had the chance to go to college. She never took a Psychology class and she never had a chance to sit in on a seminar on “how to win friends and influence others.” She grew up on an Amish farm and was forced to quit school after the eighth grade. Despite her... Continue Reading →
After a long day of work, my dad would set his wallet on our kitchen table. I was amazed by both what was in it and how thick it was. The wallet was worn and sweat stained and looked the size of a small brick. He wasn't the only one. My baseball coach would come... Continue Reading →
In 1991, Gatorade ran an ad featuring Michael Jordan that showed game film of him in midair moving the basketball from his right hand to left to score a difficult layup. The commercial shows him dunking and being, well, classic MJ and then cuts to young men and kids playing on a playground court. They... Continue Reading →
I had an idea in my head. We were going to hold off on having kids. I wanted to be further along in my career and making more money. When we finally had kids, I wanted a big house. I wanted a great job where I was in charge and could come and go as... Continue Reading →
My head fell to my chest. I had a horrible day. My boss liked the proposal that I had spent weeks putting together, but he wanted me to make a sizable addition that was going to take a ton of time. My drive home was extended by an hour because of a heavy downpour and... Continue Reading →
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 →
The world can be a dark and crazy place. I shake my fist in anger. And then I remember to take a step back and take stock. I replace the frustration with peace and calm and start to see that the world has a lot of good too. With clearer eyes, I amazed to find... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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