[THANKSGIVING 2020] – I Am Grateful

When I think back on how this year has been a hot coffee enema, I am reminded of a quote from the movie Apollo 13, starring Tom Hanks:

Nasa Director: …I know what the problems are, Henry. This will be the worst disaster that

 NASA has ever experienced.

Gene Kranz (played by Ed Harris): With all due respect, sir, I believe this is going to be our finest hour. 

This year has been wrought with turmoil, change, complications, subterfuge, just to mention a few. But has it, really? People are speaking up because their voices weren’t heard. We have challenged a system that has been in place for almost two hundred years — change and growth doesn’t occur in times of comfort and routine. Change, real beneficial change, happens in moments of discomfort and disorientation. That’s how I’m choosing to see this year and embrace it with gratitude.

For this week’s blog, I wanted to share the things I am grateful for this year:

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[STORY]: The Ballad of the Body

This past year, I threw my hat in to compete in the New York City Midnight Madness Flash Fiction contest. Authors were asked to write a very short story (under 1,000 words), that contained certain criteria. For my first year competing, I did alright. Only the top five out of every group would proceed to round three — I was number six.

Since I’ve been eliminated, I am now free to share the work I contributed. This is the entry from the first round. The criteria my group was given was:

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My Moments In History: The Death of Superman

I was at a friends’ house recently, and the topic of Billy Joel came up. I remember the first time I’d ever heard “We Didn’t Start the Fire,” which was subsequently my first Billy Joel song I’d ever heard. The video was powerful — the images of flames, the family dynamic falling apart, really a masterwork of visual storytelling layered over lyrical storytelling. Billy Joel had taken all of the histories that happened in his lifetime and put it into song.

I thought that was such a cool thing to do, and I wanted to incorporate it into my blog, as a regular piece like “Ask An Author.” So, welcome to the first edition of “My Moments in History,” where I’ll be chronicling where I was when certain events in history happened.

This week’s addition: the Death of Superman.

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Ask an Author (with A.P. Miller) – Volume 6: the Wedding Bells Edition

[DISCLAIMER]: This piece is a satire, and the author is an idiot sometimes. Please don’t take any of this advice seriously — you would be better off trusting your retirement account to Bernie Madoff than listening to A.P.. Also, any similarities between any persons, or events, is purely coincidental. If you take issue with anything that’s said, maybe you should think twice about your shitty personality, and the way you treat other people. Maybe you have a guilty conscience. Asshole.

So, today should be my thirteenth wedding anniversary. I should be toasting to the thirteen years I put into keeping up my end of “till death do us part,” and I should be slipping my dog scraps without my doggymama seeing, and all would be well. Clearly, that’s not the way it’s actually happening. Instead of being bitter, I’ve decided to help other people who are going through similar issues, because I’m a giver

Going to the Chapel, and It’s Going to be Scary.

Dear, A.P.:

My fiance and I are going to be getting married soon, and since I don’t have a dad, I was wondering if there was any advice that you’d give your son if he were getting married. I’m so nervous, and I want to be a great husband!



Dear, GroomingHabits:

A very wise man once told me after my wedding “I have some advice for you: 1). Never get married, 2). Never have kids, and 3). Never have pets. Get a house plant.” Now I can’t tell you why he didn’t give me that advice before the ceremony, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.

Maybe I can give you the gift of perspective: Marriage is betting someone half of everything you own that you’ll love them forever. That is a bet that no one wins, they merely survive. 

If I had a son, I’d probably encourage him to take every paycheck he ever makes to the casino, and bet on drunk people peeing in the parking garage, so that he can’t afford to get married. That’s not a commentary on the institution of marriage, it’s truth, and economical. You’re far better off to know that your money is literally being pissed away, than to put it into something like a house with both of your names on it, only to have some other guy playing rooster in it.

Please enjoy my new philosophy on marriage: Better Dead Than Wed.


Sunrise, Sunset, Bloodbath

Dear, A.P.:

I can tell by reading “Broken Promise Records: Remastered” that you are a big fan of music. My future husband and I are having trouble picking songs for our wedding reception. Can you give us a few recommendations?


Guitar Heroine

Dear, Guitar Heroine:

First, thank you very much for reading “Broken Promise Records: Remastered!” Second, I would be honored to offer some recommendations for your wedding reception:

  • “It’s the End of the World (As We Know It)” – R.E.M.
  • “I Hate Everything About You” – 3 Days Grace
  • “Don’t Do It” – The Band
  • “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” – The Smiths
  • “Love Will Tear Us Apart” – Joy Division
  • “These Boots are Made for Walking” – Nancy Sinatra
  • “I Hope You Die” – The Bloodhound Gang
  • “The BreakUp Song” – the Greg Kihn Band
  • “Hurt” – Johnny Cash
  • “Don’t Fear (The Reaper)” – the Blue Oyster Cult
  • “Bye Bye Bye” – N*Sync
  • “Tired of Being Alive” – Danzig

I hope this helps!


Wedding Vows, Suicide Pact — Same Thing.

Dear, A.P.:

I am in trouble and I need your help! See, my future wife wants some real poetic wedding vows, and since you have the gift with words, I was hoping that you could help me! What would you write in my wedding vows?


Dear, Till Death:

You’re asking a complete stranger for help on your wedding vows? Planning on being married forever, aren’tcha?

As an author, I feel compelled to help my readers when they ask for help. I would say that you’d want your vows to be honest, and manageable. Like hair that frizzes when it’s humid. You also want your vows to be contemporary and stylish. Check out my example below:

“I, [ENTER NAME HERE], do solemnly vow to love you when it’s convenient, to occasionally check on you to make sure you aren’t dead, until something better comes along.”

Best of luck on your big day!


And there you have it — I could be bitter, but instead I’ve given guidance in the lives of happy couples.

Until your next trip across the Millerverse!

Satire: Marrying a Miller Man

Without going into too much detail, I’ve been told the family elders aren’t happy that just anyone can marry into the family. They aren’t pointing fingers at me directly, but it’s either me, or my ninth cousin Gustav …and I don’t think he’s coming out of Aunt Hildah’s basement long enough to get married (so they are pointing fingers at me). The family wants the process to become betrothed to the family to be more selective. A representative from the family’s ancestral homeland has sent an edict that our branch of the family must observe the traditions of the old country.

So, for your education, in case you ever plan on marrying one of the Miller Men: the conditions and process of marriage (as dictated by the Miller Family Elders, headquartered in the Old Country).

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