Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
For much of our working life, when the alarm has gone off in the morning, my wife and I have groaned, may have even hit the snooze button, but we’ve gotten up and out of bed and trekked off to work. Her in one direction, me in another. There has been much about the pandemic that... Continue Reading →
I have three children. I have one kid who carries a 100-pound pack up rugged hills and across the hot desert at his Marine Corps base in California. (Can you still call your son a kid when he can buy a round of tequila shots for his buddies?) I have another kid working and living in... Continue Reading →
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 →
I see the train coming down the tracks. The smart thing would be to move, to get out of the way, but I'm memorized. I can't take a step back or a forward, my legs are full of jelly. Yes, my wife and I enter the high school and take an empty seat in the... Continue Reading →
When my oldest son was a young boy, he would dress-up in a white t-shirt and green camo pants and play soldier. He’d march out the backdoor with a pack over his shoulder and his bb gun, where he’d set up targets in the yard. The bb gun was far from the best. It was... Continue Reading →
I stepped away from my desk. I had been working nonstop since mid-morning. I walked downstairs from my home office to see my son pull into the driveway. I greeted him at the door with a smile. We chatted briefly about his day and I told him about my meetings. Before he went up to his... Continue Reading →
My dad smiled and spoke quickly like he had just stumbled across his next furniture restoration. In his later years, my dad restored furniture as a hobby and to help bring in a few extra dollars to his fixed income. He inevitably would come across a battered coffee table, drawer set or armoire that had... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, I never liked to sit on Santa Claus’ lap. My mom used to keep our family photos in an old shoe box that we kept in a closet, I don’t think there’s one picture of me with the big guy. I loved what Santa brought me, but I wanted no... Continue Reading →
I have about 60 miles to travel until I hit the city. I couldn't be more carefree. Most days, I get by on coffee and a biting sarcasm that borders on gallows humor. However, if you cut me open today, I think I would bleed rainbows, unicorns, and butterflies. I’m the happiest I’ve been in... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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