Short Stories, Writing

The Therapy of Film

When I was eight years old, two things happened. First, my parents got divorced. Second, I decided to watch every Star Trek film ever made

The divorce itself was exceptionally bitter and was filled with court visits, conversations with welfare officers, whispered angry exchanges and distraction kittens (“Your father came and took all his stuff today, look a kitten.”)

Needless to say it was not a fun time for me. Continue reading “The Therapy of Film”