Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
I was like many little kids. I went through a phase where I loved big bulldozers, skidloaders, and backhoes trucks. I wanted nothing more than to play in the dirt. I had a metal Tonka dump truck and imagined that I was on a construction site and working just like the real people. I thought... Continue Reading →
When I was a newspaper reporter and wanted feedback, I would go straight to the source. I would stop by a local coffee shop and grab a coffee. To help stir the pot, so-to-speak, I would grab a few issues of that day's paper and leave them on the empty tables. I would watch patrons... Continue Reading →
When I first entered the corporate world, I liked working on a campus and having a coffee shop and cafeteria one building over from mine. I liked being able to just grab the office supplies that I needed no questions asked. Let's be honest, I especially liked the bump in salary that I got, compared... Continue Reading →
I knew at an early age that I didn't want to work in the local steel mill, become a farm worker, or enlist in the military — the careers that many of my classmates in my small rural high school chose. They were all fine pursuits, but I figured out that my interests lie elsewhere.... Continue Reading →
Early in my career, I would pack up my laptop, grab my coat, get up from my desk, and quietly leave work with my head down. I’d nod to a few people, but I wouldn’t say much. It didn’t matter that I had gotten to work at the crack of dawn, hours before anyone else,... Continue Reading →
I went outside and started to clear a path to my car, but the snow was coming down faster than I could shovel it. After a few minutes debating in my head, I decided I had seen enough and went back inside to call my boss to let him know that my town had two... Continue Reading →
My wife and I have marked our calendars. We’ve put a big X mark on the year 2069. She can’t wait. Oh, we’ll probably be long gone, past 100-year-old mark, taking up space in the ground, but we want to be sure that our friends and family celebrate and have a party. What’s the big... Continue Reading →
When I was 18, I spent my summer working on a small, local farm. At the start of the week, the farmer would list out on a piece of paper all the things he wanted me to complete that week. The list would vary, one day I would chop wood, another I would weed a... Continue Reading →
I feel like I’ve lost my patience. When I was a young worker, I would hit a roadblock in the office, and I would find a different way to get what I wanted or needed. I was a problem solver, and I would put in the hours, put in the work, to help make the... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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