When I was a young kid, I hated the beach. We lived faraway from the beach, four to five hours away, but the couple of times that we went, I whined and complained about having to walk in the hot sand. I would be a mess until we reached the shoreline, where I loved digging... Continue Reading →
In down moments, you'll routinely catch me playing with a fidget spinner, doodling on scratch paper, or even tapping my foot. I’ve always had nervous energy, it’s in my blood. In fact, in my first job as a newspaper reporter, I used to throw a baseball back and forth from one hand to the next... Continue Reading →
I turned to look behind me. The coast was clear. No one was following my car. I looked again. In my rearview mirror, I noticed a suspicious-looking driver in a white truck. I was able to see that he wore his baseball cap low and had dark sunglasses. I wondered if he wore the outfit... Continue Reading →
The dew shimmered like little diamonds as the grass caught the early morning sun. For the briefest of moments, I considered stepping out of my car and running my hands across the ground since the "diamonds" looked big enough to sweep up into my bare hands. I had driven my wife to an early morning... Continue Reading →
I remember the first time I heard the term “white privilege.” Oh, the African American student who yelled it at me, didn’t use the actual term white privilege, it wasn’t a word that you heard all that much back then, but his point was still the same. It was a chilly spring day, but the... Continue Reading →
My wife is a talker. She loves people. She greets everyone she meets with a friendly smile and a hearty hello. Yes, she’s one of those people. She gets pumped up by mingling and helping others. I love people too. Well, let me restate that, I love the thought of people, but I prefer to... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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