Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I pulled into the gas station and got out of my car to fill up my tank. The guy in the lane next to me was in mid-rant. He was complaining to his passenger and anyone else who would listen about the kid he came close to hitting. When he entered the station, a teenager... Continue Reading →
My parents were strict with my two brothers and me growing up. My mother had a way of simply looking at you that sent shivers down your spine. You never wanted to disappoint her. She tended to keep her rules short and to the point. We were taught to be kind, respectful and helpful to... Continue Reading →
When I grew up rural Central Pennsylvania, my Cub Scout pack or my Little League Team would walk each year in our local Memorial Day Parade. We'd get dressed up in our scout or baseball uniform and we'd meet at the far end of town outside a local church. We'd line up in small rows... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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