Everyone Has Embarrassing Wedding Stories, Right?

Happy anniversary to us! Two years ago on a beautiful April Fool’s Day in a small town in Alabama, I married Nikki, the woman of my dreams. Thus, we signed our names to each other’s history and future — a decision of love I could never regret.

I’ve never heard a soul who is now married say that their wedding went off without hysteria. I suppose I am no exception. Seven-hundred and thirty days removed from the event, I think I am now ready to tell this story.

There are three generally accepted cosmological theories about how the universe will end. The Big Chill is the most commonly accepted, where over the course of deep time all of the energy in the universe will dissipate, leaving creation a void, lifeless, expanding darkness. The Big Crunch expects all matter will eventually coalesce into a point similar to the ingredients needed for a Big Bang. And then, there’s the Big Rip — not a theory. It happened on my wedding day. Continue reading “Everyone Has Embarrassing Wedding Stories, Right?”

Star Trek V: The Final Frontier and the Secret Pain Disillusionment

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You know that pain and guilt can’t be taken away with a wave of a magic wand. They’re the things we carry with us, the things that make us who we are. If we lose them, we lose ourselves.


I freely admit, I’ve been dreading this one. If you’re expecting my usual thousand-plus word exploration of the themes of this film, please keep your expectations in check — that’s what the next film is for. As far as Final Frontier is concerned, I’m jumping in, gathering the few tiny pearls of wisdom within, and moving on. The key to writing is to never let obstacles grow so large they seem insurmountable, and despite its best efforts, I refuse to let this film stand in the way of the goodness beyond. Continue reading “Star Trek V: The Final Frontier and the Secret Pain Disillusionment”

When Childhood Ends

By Anonymous:

My ten year old brain was still fogged with sleep as someone shook me awake. I opened my eyes to see a big pair of blue eyes staring back at me.

“Kim, wake up. I have to be at surgery at five this morning,” said my mother urgently. I groaned and turned over longing for more sleep. I almost fell back asleep until I heard my mother almost snarl in a voice I knew all too well. If I did not listen I would be in big trouble.

“I am giving you until the count of three to get up.”

I pulled myself out of bed and methodically and walked to my closet to put my clothes on. It is January 10 and the weather is frigid. My father pokes his head in my room. Continue reading “When Childhood Ends”