Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I was in fourth grade, I hated going to school. I was the kid with his head down on his desk, looking up every few minutes, praying for the clock to tick down to the end of the day. I struggled with Math and English wasn't much better. And of course, my grades suffered.... Continue Reading →
I pulled up to a stop sign in my neighborhood a few weeks ago and noticed a teenager walking on the sidewalk. The boy looked sad. He had his head down and looked like he wanted to be somewhere else. I only happened to notice the boy because the local high school was letting out... Continue Reading →
My laptop was slow starting up the other day, it needed an update, and I found myself thinking about the first computer I ever got to see up close. It was an original Macintosh 128K, the first successful mass-market all-in-one desktop personal computer with a built-in screen and mouse. The computer showed up one day... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, we lived out in the country. Like most things in life, it had its pros and its cons. One of the negatives was that my brothers and I had to get up early to be ready in time for the school bus and the 25 minute drive to school. My... Continue Reading →
I wasn't a big fan of school as a young kid. I complained about mystery illnesses to my mom and tried to convince her to let me sleep for ten more minutes and to even "play hooky" and stay home. Yes, I might not have liked school in my youth, but I've come a long... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, summer was the best. My mom gave me chores, but life was great, no school, no homework, life was a breeze. At least, until Decision Day. In my little world, that meant the day that the school posted the classroom assignments and I would learn who I would have for... Continue Reading →
I complained to my mom. I didn’t want to go and now my feet hurt. My elementary class was singing and performing for the residents of a local nursing facility. My mom yelled at me that if I didn’t get a move on, I was going to be late. I wanted to stay home and... Continue Reading →
The grass is cut low so you can see the dew glisten on the ground. The flower beds look immaculately cut and mulched. There isn’t a piece of liter on the ground. The campus looks friendly and inviting. We have been on a seemingly endless college tour since the summer. My son is a senior... Continue Reading →
The bell would ring and everyone in the school would rise as one, breaking out into cheers, laughs and sighs of relief. A teacher or two would be in the hall trying to keep some kind of peace and calm, yelling for us walk and not to become crazy men and women, but most threw... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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