Over the past week I had three pieces published in various literary magazines:
“Weather Report” was published last Wednesday, April 15, in Flash Fiction Magazine. This flash fiction piece describes how an ordinary morning walk is disrupted by an extraordinary encounter. I’m grateful to Aishwarya Mishra for her helpful edits, which strengthened this piece.
“The Cat Says” was published last Friday in The Orange Rose Literary Magazine. This short story is about the dynamics between humans and their pets, with a bit of woo-woo psychic work thrown in. This piece was part of a special themed issue about pets called “Love You, Miss You,” created to honor the recently departed Biscotti, one of editor-in-chief Amber Budd‘s two cats that inspired the magazine’s name (Biscotti being the Orange). My thanks to Amber for including my piece in this issue.
“A Cure for Doomscrolling” was published Sunday, April 19, in an interesting literary message board called Some Words. My poem was one of the poems posted by Some Words in honor of National Poetry Month, which continues through April. Some Words creator and editor Justin Carter pours his heart and soul editing and curating this quirky lit thing, and you should visit to read some of the great works appearing there.
I have one other piece, a short story, that should be published sometime this spring, and the short story that will appear in the Warren Zevon-inspired anthology that comes out in July. Other than that, no other writings have been picked up lately. I hope that changes soon. Whether it does or it doesn’t, I plan to keep writing.
A Q&A with the author of the raw, unflinching pro-life memoir ‘In This House We Lived’
The subtitle of Faith-Ann Dalton‘s debut book In This House We Lived–“A Faith Journey of Choosing Life Again and Again”–is more than a play on her first name. The memoir, which comes out May 8, is a raw and moving account of this first-time author’s struggles to move from a harrowing childhood through an unplanned pregnancy and many other personal trials to establish a life centered around her faith in God and herself.
Cover image of Faith-Ann Dalton’s memoir, In This House We Lived. Image via Anointed Colony Media.
The publisher, Anointed Colony Media, describes In This House We Lived as “a raw, redemptive memoir of trauma, crisis, faith, and the slow, intentional construction of healthy habits. “
“With unflinching honesty and hard-won clarity, Dalton traces her story of becoming a mother before she was ready, learning to choose herself without abandoning her soul, and discovering that healing doesn’t always mean getting it right—it’s about refusing to give up.”
Now a licensed cosmetologist, married, and a mother of four, Faith-Ann lives in St. James, Missouri.
Read on to learn more about Faith-Ann and her memoir. But first, please read this disclaimer:
Strike up the band, Johnny! Now it can be told: one of my short stories will be included in an anthology of crime fiction inspired by the works of the legendary singer and songwriter Warren Zevon (1947-2003).
Am I an excitable boy? Hell yeah.
I am one of 15 writers to be included in this collection, called Bad Intentions. It’ll be published in July by the good folks at Literary Garage, a Philadelphia-based lit mag that defines itself as a place “for writing that’s a little off the beaten path.”
What some of the best in the craft say about voice and rhythm, getting started, similes and metaphors, and the need for writers to “admit that nothing in this world makes sense.”
It was a cool winter’s day and I was on a minor dusting spree when I discovered tucked away in a far corner of my bookcase a paperback called Writers on Writing: A Bread Loaf Anthology. Published in 1991 by Middlebury College Press and edited by a couple of Middlebury English professors, Robert Pack and Jay Parini (neither of whom I’d heard of), the list of authors displayed on the cover piqued my interest. There, presented on a slant, a graphic treatment no doubt trendy in the late ’80s and early ’90s, was an all-star cast of writers I recognized–Stanley Elkin, Richard Ford, John Irvin, Erica Jong, Joyce Carol Oates, Tim O’Brien–along with many names I didn’t. Holding the book in my non-dusting hand, I studied the cover and concluded I must have purchased it at some long ago library book sale, then tucked it away for safekeeping. (I’m always a sucker for books about the writing craft, and buy any I find, especially if they’re cheap.)
I set aside the dust rag and began reading. Dusting would have to wait.