My wife had Christmas songs playing on the stereo. I'm sure Michael Bublé was somewhere on the playlist. Insert face palm here. How can I compete with that? Yes, I'm straying from my story. In any event, the Thanksgiving turkey was fresh from the oven and the house was full of robust smells. The table... Continue Reading →
I took a break from working the other day to look out the window. The street was empty, everyone quarantined in their homes. I couldn’t help but think about the year we’ve had. If I had looked at the street one year ago, I would have expected to see people out-and-about, going on with their... Continue Reading →
When I was a young kid, I stumbled across the black-and-white 1947 movie, Miracle on 34th Street, starring Maureen O’Hara, John Payne, and a young Natalie Wood. My parents weren't home and instead of watching football late on a Sunday afternoon, I started watching the movie. I fell in love with the plot right away,... Continue Reading →
A small brook wanders through the woods. I step across a bridge that crosses the brook, look down and feel a calmness take over. I imagine falling asleep later in the evening to the sound of the churning water. I could stay and watch the brook forever, but I need to catch up with my... Continue Reading →
Coming off the practice field last week, Philadelphia Eagles Quarterback Carson Wentz stopped to sign a jersey for an 11-year-old boy in a wheelchair. Pro athletes visit hospitals and support their favorite charities all the time. Detroit Lions Quarterback Matt Stafford recently called a 14-year-old double amputee onto the field during the team’s scrimmage, letting... Continue Reading →
The car came up fast behind me on the highway. The driver left little room between us. With a tractor-trailer in front of me in the left lane and slower traffic in the right lane, I was driving as fast as I could and had nowhere to go. One urgent stop, one quick change in... Continue Reading →
He stood stooped over, age had taken a toll on his posture, but he was a tall man so he still towered over me. He wore a long overcoat and a black wool fedora. He could have been straight out of a 1950's movie. He would smile when he saw me. I used to smile... Continue Reading →
I couldn’t help myself. I was looking something up online and I happened to come across the advertisement that included a picture of the shoes, a pair of tan blucher moccasins, the kind of shoe that I loved when I was in college. I soon found myself placing the shoes in the site's shopping cart... Continue Reading →
Like most people, I get a flurry of bills in the mail each day. My car’s gas gauge seems eternally stuck on E - empty. I need to go grocery shopping in the worst way. You look in our refrigerator and you see a bunch of condiments, some eggs and a lonely beer or two.... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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