Hi frenz! My micro-essay “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now, Daddio” is up at Foliate Oak Literary Magazine today. It’s a short humor piece about how I successfully tricked a local radio DJ into playing my favorite Starship song when I was a kid.
Foliate Oak is the literary magazine for the University of Arkansas, and the irony that I did not attend a single day of college in my entire life is not lost on me here. This is my first publication in a university journal, which basically means I get an honorary doctoral degree now or something, so you may now commence calling me Doctor Pissypants.
I have actually been to Arkansas, though. Right in that area where you drive over the Mississippi River out of Memphis, Tennessee and you see that “Welcome to Arkansas!” sign in the middle of a corn field and say to the person in the passenger seat, “Uh oh” and then turn the car around and drive back to Memphis for more day-drinking.
Thanks so much for reading! I’ve just been walking around all day lately not believing my luck.
And here’s your weird boyfriend Nicolas Cage, who is also my weird boyfriend, and the universe’s weird boyfriend.
About The Journal: “jmww is a weekly journal of writing publishing the best in fiction, poetry, flash, essays, interviews, and reviews (or a close approximation).”
A Reminder About Me: I have no idea how a dirtbag like me got accepted there, I’m just honored as hell that they shook me out of the pile, dusted me off, and gave me a shot.
Special thanks to the illustrious Alle C. Hall, Senior Nonfiction Editor at jmww and a stunningly good writer, for her excellent guidance, ideas, and expert honing in editing this piece. You can check out her blog here: About Childhood
As always, thanks to all of you for being so awesome. You’re all so supportive and kind and funny and I can’t thank you enough for hanging out with me here every week! More published work coming next week!
And here’s the obligatory Nicolas Cage photo. Because.
Special shout out to my sister Julie for doing such a superb job running interference with FPL all those years ago. Happy birthday, old lady! Did I mention that you’re old? Because you are. So, so old.
Thanks to The New Southern Fugitives for giving this essay a home that feels just right and, as always, thank you all so, so much for being freaking awesome.