Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
A middle school student walks up to the podium. Her fingers are wet with perspiration. She tries to smile, but she can't. The teacher calmly tells her that if she can spell the word "chiaroscurist," she will win the district spelling bee. She closes her eyes and repeats the word to herself. She opens her... Continue Reading →
Sometimes you have thoughts that boil underneath the surface. You think about them and you push them back, but they keep coming up in your thoughts. Sometimes they're about important issues that touch everyone, sometimes it's about silly stuff that affects only a few people in your life. Anyway, I feel like I keep having... Continue Reading →
I feel like a young Steve Winwood singing "Back in the High Life Again. Our 15 year-old dog Nittany, a Lhasa Apsa - Bichon Frise, has pushed me aside for so long that I forgot what it felt like to have her adoring love. Oh, Nittany loves the entire family, but there's no question who's... Continue Reading →
I pulled up to my house and clicked on the garage door opener. Right on cue, the garage opened up in front of me and I pulled in. After I turned the car off, I sat inside the garage for several minutes. I didn’t get out of the car, I didn’t talk, I just sat... Continue Reading →
The teacher walked up and down the aisle handing out magic markers and brightly colored folders like you might find at an office supply store. I got a red one, the girl in front of me got an orange one. It was the first day of school, I was starting the sixth grade, and, of... Continue Reading →
My daughter and son graduate this week, one from college, one from basic training. I have a million thoughts racing through my mind: memories of them as young kids; long talks that we’ve had about what they wanted to do with their lives; and the challenges they’ve overcome. They've worked so hard to get to... Continue Reading →
I love surprises. I can think of a few over the years that have given me goosebumps: The first time Erin rolled over on her side when she was a baby. The look of surprise on her cherub-like face was priceless. The first time Sean slid down the sliding board, he toppled over and instead... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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