The latest news:
Cathy Mellett’s short story, “A Man of Few Words,” received a Saturday Evening Post Great American Fiction Award.
Her short story collection All I’ve Ever Done is Love You has been long listed by CR Press, Santa Fe Writers Project, 7.13 Books, and MsLexia.
“A Road Disappearing” appears in
BULL: Men’s Fiction and . . .
“The Green Bridge” just appeared in Atlas+Alice
and is Longform‘s Fiction Pick of the Week!
Cathy Mellett’s short stories and memoirs have appeared in The Yale Review, Confrontation, The Literary Review, The Rumpus, Arts & Letters, Hobart, Greensboro Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Midwestern Gothic, and many other fine literary magazines.
Her poetry has appeared in Yankee, Calliope, California Quarterly, The Ledge, and more. Her poetry chapbook, Saturday Afternoon in My Kitchen, received first place in Poetry New York’s national poetry chapbook competition.
In addition to writing residencies at Yaddo, Ragdale, and Villa Montalvo (where she received the annual fiction prize), Cathy Mellett is a Pennsylvania Council of the Arts Grant in Fiction recipient. She also received Indiana University Writers Conference Humor Award.
She recently completed a memoir, Confessions of a Part-Time Daughter.
Find her on Twitter @CathyMellett
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CathyMellett said:
Dear Kathleen, Thank you so much for your wonderful note. I love hearing from readers. The story you told about your mother and the man who was learning to read is wonderful. I was interested to read that the man only knew a few words, such as ‘stop,’ just like the man in my story. As a writer, it’s a great feeling to know that you’ve captured the experience that someone in your character’s situation has had. You made my day! Cathy
Kathleen Davis said:
I recently read your short story ‘A Man of Few Words’ in the Saturday Evening Post. I enjoyed it very much. My mother was a small town drive-through bank teller and so practically knew everyone in town. She once said that a known man came through the drive-through, did his transaction, and in friendly conversation told my mom he was learning to read – at the small local library; that before he only knew words like ‘stop’ on a stop sign. He was so proud of himself. My mom had known this man for many years and never knew he could not read. She was also very happy and proud of him. She told the story to our family, without his name, so we would know the courage and pride and happiness that that man had to achieve what many of us take for granted.