Interview with Jeanine DeHoney, Runner Up in the WOW! Spring 2025 Flash Fiction Contest
Friday Speak Out!: Write With Your Heart; The Best Writing Advice I Received From My Father
By Jeanine DeHoney
I proclaimed I wanted to be a writer at a very young age. As I sat on the sofa in my family’s Livingroom, my imagination had free reign as I wrote stories about cute little kittens and fairies with the exception of Fridays and Saturdays.
Then, as the weekend loomed in front of me, my father who was a saxophone player and jazz aficionado, who loved listening to music teeming at the seams with the barebones of improvisation, syncopation, and a melodious rhythm, would take a jazz album from his collection out of its sleeve and play it on our stereo console.
I would drop everything to sit beside him, and then mirror how he attended to this music; the bobbing of his head, tapping of his feet, taking mental notes of any listening instructions he gave me.
The main one he imparted to me was, “Always listen with your heart and not just your ears.”
So, I would, and the music I thought sounded strange as a child soon sounded inviting and soothing.
When I became an adult, and began my journey as a freelance writer, I realized my father’s words held significance, not just for music but for writing. I paraphrased his words some to encompass that I also needed to, “Always write with or from my heart.”
For when I did, I didn’t write to anyone else’s drumbeat. I didn’t hold back from writing what others thought should be “shrouded” or “kept hidden in the closet” particularly if it concerned a sensitive or cultural issue. I opened my heart and gave myself permission to empty my emotions on paper and let readers see the authenticity and vulnerability of who I was or who I was writing about. I stopped worrying about being judged.
Writing with my heart allowed me to unfetter my core on the page and forge a relationship with readers who might be walking a mile in my emotive shoes.
My words; the fiction stories, the creative nonfiction essays. even my first children’s picture book, are all heart stories. They are not just slivers but full-on narratives about the complexities of love, life, family, culture, the bad entwined with the good, sadness entwined with joy, etc., just like the music I learned to appreciate as I listened with my father.
Although I never got the chance to tell my father his advice on listening to jazz would be some of the best and most inspiring advice I got about writing, I hope he knew somehow. I hope he knew when he thumbed through my first published magazine story in my early twenties, that I followed his instructions about the heart. That I listened for the heartbeat of my stories when they hovered overhead, until they defied gravity and landed on the page.
And from one writer to another, I pass that same advice on to you, write with or from your heart, because you are a unique wordsmith and your/our stories are oh so needed in the world we live in today.
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Review of Your Next Level Life By Karen Arrington
About the Book, Your Next Level Life
If you’re a Black woman in business and feeling stuck or trapped by other people’s expectations of what you can achieve, it’s time to stop playing small and start redefining what success means for you. It’s time to get that upgrade.- Create all the money you need
- Position yourself like a star
- Connect with other powerful women
Karen Arrington is an award-winning author, women’s empowerment expert + global philanthropist + winner of an NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Literary Work.
Karen’s coaching, mentoring + philanthropic work spans over 100,000 hours of service — including her position as a Goodwill Ambassador to Sierra Leone, her work as the co-founder of the first Diabetes Awareness Day in West Africa, and her role as the founder of The Miss Black USA Pageant.
She won a 2020 NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Literary Work for her book, Your Next Level Life: 7 Rules of Power, Confidence and Opportunity for Black Women In America. She has also been honored by The Lifetime Network, Jones New York + other major media outlets for her tireless advocacy for women’s health, success + empowerment -- including a Red Dress Award from Woman’s Day Magazine for her efforts in the fight against heart disease, the #1 killer of women.
Over the past 20 years, Karen has helped over 1,000 women step into powerful careers in media, business, medicine + law — transcending hardship, abuse + financial limitations, and transforming their lives + communities. Today, Karen offers private coaching + global service retreats around the world for ambitious women who want to live their best lives -- only better.
Find out more about Karen by visiting her website KarenArrington.com, follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
Cheerleaders
No, this is not about Sioux's past life as a cheerleader. I can semi-coordinate my legs (sometimes) and can control my arm movements (most of the time) but I can't do both at the same time.
No, this about our family and friends who are cheerleaders--the folks who are cheering us on as writers. I read Jeanine DeHoney's moving post, and thought about the sweet way her family encouraged her witing... and I thought I would throw my two cents one and half cents into the conversation.
My cheerleaders are a mixed bag. My cheerleaders are 99% over the top... and then, there's my husband.
My hubby means well, bless his heart. He doesn't love to read, so that is responsible for some of his screw-ups and screwy thinking. When I have a story published in an anthology, he quickly looks to see where my story is. If it's near the front, that means (from his perspective) it's a good story. If it's in the last half of the book (or shudder--at the very end), it tells him it's not a great story. No matter how many times I've talked about themes that antholgies have, it doesn't matter.
When I got a "yes" from a publisher, my husband started dreaming of spending Stephen King money. He just knew the advance would be huge, and the residuals would be rolling in, courtesy of Brinks trucks. (His fantasies really crashed and burned when he found out I was donating all my proceeds of my book to a Tulsa cultural center.) Bless his heart.
When my book finally got published, I proudly gave him a copy. He does read in our reading room (AKA the bathroom) so I kept track of his progress by thumbing through the pages until I found his bookmark. Before he was even halfway through, he complained about the ending. The ending? How did he know how it ended? He was still in the middle.
"Oh, the other day I went to the last section and read the ending." What? I'd worked hard to craft a finale that was reflective and moving. The sections before it built up to the conclusion.
No more blessings for him...
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The other 99% of my cheerleaders are phenomenal. This is what some of them have done:
- Volunteered to be a beta reader, and read my book in one day--because they were that engaged
- Helped with the title
- Offered to interview me
- Posted their review on their blog/website or on Amazon
- Bought several copies for their children and their children's friends
- Passed on and helped create an incredible plan of getting sponsors and providing curriculum to teachers, so they can get classroom sets of my book
- Volunteered to be on my "street team" of early reviewers
- Set up their personal "book event" so I could sign their book
Just For Today, For a Writer (Part Deux)
It took a while to find the blog post (I knew it had something to do with writing but as you can imagine, that was not a helpful key word for my search), but eventually, it popped up on the screen: Just For Today, For A Writer. It ran right here on The Muffin in January of 2013.
Friday Speak Out!: My Heart Hurts, My Pen Heals
My heart hurts. Lives have been lost. Families tragically torn apart. Injustice. Systemic Racism. Intolerance. Police Brutality. When will it end? When will Black people matter? When will others see our humanity?
My heart hurts. Some days, especially during these current times, it is difficult to want to pick up my pen to write, or sit at my computer and press the keys to finish a story because of the wrenching pain. But I know I must. I know I need to. I know words, spoken or written can heal. Words can influence how others think. Words can affirm those who have been constantly disparaged. Words can offer someone faith. Words can offer wisdom. Words can help you garner courage, and do what you never thought you were capable of doing, but know you must. Words can bridge a gap. Words can offer you a warm embrace. Words can preach to you like a minister's sermon come Sunday morning. Words are a psalm and a fervent prayer. Words can spark a movement that “Changes the world.”
My heart hurts. But I keep pushing on and sit and write and hope that my words will fall mightily like a boulder in someone’s front yard so they have no choice but to take notice of it. I hope my words will make them feel uncomfortable so that they clutch their fists and say “No more, I must speak up against bigotry and racial injustice. I can no longer remain silent!”
My heart hurts. But I write. Sometimes just one word like “Justice” or three powerful words like, “Black Lives Matter”, not because other lives don’t matter, but it is black lives that are facing racial inequality in all segments of society, oppression, violence and death. It matters because they are mothers, fathers, husbands, sons, daughters, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, sisters, and brothers, who were loved and whose lives were just as treasured, just as worthy, as other lives.
My heart hurts. But I trust my pen will heal. Not just me, but others whose hearts hurt too. I trust that the words will come that I need to say, and when I write them down, as imperfect as they may be, they will be perfect enough to plant a seed of hope and love and integrity, and cause a great transformation.
My heart hurts. But I can’t stay knee deep in pain. Action. Advocacy. Voting. Encouraging. Uplifting. Acknowledging. And Writing. That is my purpose. That is what assists in my/our healing. That is what changes the world as we know it. Will you join me?
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Jeanine DeHoney has had her work published on several blogs, in magazines and anthologies. Among others her writing has been published in Essence, The Children's Ark, Metro Fiction, My Brown Baby, The Write Place At the Write Time, Literary Mama, Mutha Magazine, True Stories Well Told, Parent. Co., Brain Child Magazine, Jerry Jazz Magazine, Today's Caregiver Magazine, and Rigorous Literary Magazine. She is an essayist in the anthologies "Chicken Soup for the African American Woman’s Soul,” "Here in the Middle: Stories of Love, Loss, and Connection from The Ones Sandwiched in Between," “Theories of HER-an experimental anthology, in the anthology, "In Celebration of Sisters," and in the Chicken Soup For The Soul Anthology, The Power Of Yes.
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Would you like to participate in Friday "Speak Out!"? Email your short posts (under 500 words) about women and writing to: marcia[at]wow-womenonwriting[dot]com for consideration. We look forward to hearing from you!
Friday Speak Out!: The Light Is Green. Go!
by Jeanine DeHoney
The title of this essay may throw you off. What does a green light have to do with writing you might be asking?
Well for me, it has a lot to do with it. You see lately I’ve been feeling as if I’m habitually stuck at a red traffic light when it comes to writing. There I am sitting in my car (computer chair) with my fingers on the steering wheel (computer keyboard) at a complete stop (writer’s block or perhaps self-imposed writer’s doubt in my abilities to go further in my career) waiting for the light to turn green so I could proceed on to my idyllic (finishing a manuscript, submitting my work, and getting published while writing fervently and passionately) writing journey.
But low and behold no matter how many horns are honking at me to go (my inspirers of family and friends who see my gift and the merit of my putting pen to paper and don’t want me to stop,) when the light changes to green instead of accelerating and following the yellow brick road of my dreams, I am stuck there seeing red. And I know with every part of my being that I shouldn’t be.
Writing is my soul nurturer, my skylight, my artistic side kick. Rising to write each day is a blood, sweat and tears move on days when you are dealing with a plethora of life’s problems, but it is also a chess move of faith, confidence, and beauty when you put your collage of words together to tell your story in a way only you can.
I’ve finally decided enough already. I’m tired of sitting at those red lights while everyone goes on their merry way. To get moving though I know there are some things, some people, and some ideas, I have to absolutely eliminate from my life. Things like distractions, from those reality television shows I watch, and surfing the internet for great deals, when I should be writing. And people; people who are toxic or negative and bring me down instead of lifting me/ my emotions and my craft up. They aren’t happy with themselves so they can never be happy for me, thus they will no longer be welcome in my space unless they change.
And unfruitful ideas, those critical thoughts that ruminate in my head before I sit down to write I must eradicate. For example, thinking my writing isn’t as perfect as others. It stops me from moving forward every time, so my new motto is, "my writing is perfect because it comes from my heart and my experiences." Though I can take notes from other writers I admire, I don’t have to compare myself to them. We each own our voice and all of its intonations however flawed, and each voice is as powerful as it is beautiful.
So, if you’ve feeling stuck at a red traffic light like I was, for whatever reason, the light is green. Remove any physical or emotional hurdles that’s stopping your progress and drive to your destined path. Put the pedal to the metal. Go!
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Jeanine DeHoney has had her work published on several blogs, in magazines and anthologies. Among others her writing has been published in Essence, The Children's Ark, Metro Fiction, My Brown Baby, The Write Place At the Write Time, Literary Mama, Mutha Magazine, True Stories Well Told, Parent. Co., Brain Child Magazine, Jerry Jazz Magazine, Today's Caregiver Magazine, and Rigorous Literary Magazine. She is an essayist in the anthologies "Chicken Soup for the African American Woman’s Soul,” "Here in the Middle: Stories of Love, Loss, and Connection from The Ones Sandwiched in Between," “Theories of HER-an experimental anthology, in the anthology, "In Celebration of Sisters," and in the Chicken Soup For The Soul Anthology, The Power Of Yes.
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Would you like to participate in Friday "Speak Out!"? Email your short posts (under 500 words) about women and writing to: marcia[at]wow-womenonwriting[dot]com for consideration. We look forward to hearing from you!
Friday Speak Out!: Never Too Late
I recently read an article about an African American actress named Dorothy Steel. She started acting at age 88 and after roles in several movies landed a role in Marvel’s mega blockbuster hit “Black Panther” as the Merchant Tribal elder at the age of 92. Yes, 92.
When reading the back story about this gemstone of a woman, who reminded me of all the beautiful strong elder woman in my own village, it was awe-inspiring. She exemplified the adage that it is never too late, to follow your dream, to do what makes your heart soar.
Each day I have to remind myself of this truth as I pursue a writing career, a dream I had since I was seven years old. It is so easy to slip into a gloomy abyss at times when you feel that it’s now or never with your writing. You may feel like I have that if that novel isn’t finished yet there is a likelihood it may never get finished. Or if you haven’t landed a feature essay in that magazine you’ve been submitting to for what seems like an eternity, that it will never happen.
It’s easy to feel on any given bad day, writing or otherwise, that you should throw in the towel because you aren’t in that imagined place you thought you would be during this phase of your life. Although the reasons why we may not be in that place are as varied as they are significant; raising children, being a caretaker of a parent, health problems, dealing with emotional lows, finances, etc., that feeling of, “My writing career will always remain lukewarm or never get off the ground,” can malign your spirit.
But oh how prejudicial and unloving we are to ourselves when we court these ideologies. We have a gift as writers and it will never be too late to use our gift and spread our words to the world. It would be a loss to all if we didn’t persevere, and share our stories, our wisdom, our humor, our passion, this much-honed gift we’ve been blessed with.
So make a pact with yourself or with someone close to you that will hold you accountable, that you’ll never ever “ever” say “It’s too late,” to pursue your dream. No matter how many other things take priority, how many obstacles you must overcome, and no matter what age you are or are approaching…live and write freely, with full on passion and expectancy. And if you need more inspiration to live and write accordingly in your creative purpose, remember actress Dorothy Steel.
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Jeanine DeHoney has had her work published on several blogs, in magazines and anthologies. Among others her writing has been published in Essence, The Children's Ark, Metro Fiction, My Brown Baby, The Write Place At the Write Time, Literary Mama, Mutha Magazine, True Stories Well Told, Parent. Co., Brain Child Magazine, Jerry Jazz Magazine, Today's Caregiver Magazine, and Rigorous Literary Magazine. She is an essayist in the anthologies "Chicken Soup for the African American Woman’s Soul,” "Here in the Middle: Stories of Love, Loss, and Connection from The Ones Sandwiched in Between," “Theories of HER-an experimental anthology, in the anthology, "In Celebration of Sisters," and in the Chicken Soup For The Soul Anthology, The Power Of Yes.
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Would you like to participate in Friday "Speak Out!"? Email your short posts (under 500 words) about women and writing to: marcia[at]wow-womenonwriting[dot]com for consideration. We look forward to hearing from you!
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Friday Speak Out!: R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I remember as a child my father, who was an aspiring jazz musician, choosing a record that wasn’t his usual jazz line up to play on our French provincial stereo console record player while we did our Saturday morning chores. He played Aretha Franklin’s record, “Respect.”
“R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Find out what it means to me, R-E-S-P-E-C-T…”
After I did a halfhearted job of dusting the furniture, I got out of doing the remainder of my chores by settling on our sofa in our Livingroom. My plan was perfectly timed for when my father got ready to wax our floors. Once he started, pouring the liquid wax on the floor and rubbing small perimeters with one of his old t-shirts on his hands and knees, I knew I’d be stuck there for a while. But I didn’t mind. I was prepared to sit there with my notebook, a pen and my imagination until the floor dried to a shiny sheen and I could walk on it.
As the music filled our house I wrote and bobbed my head to Aretha’s powerful and soulful voice. Back then I didn’t know how much the lyrics to, “Respect,” would resonate with me as a little black girl living in Brooklyn who wanted to share her stories with the world.
That song from this icon of a woman fittingly crowned, the “Queen of Soul,” became my empowerment anthem, my battle hymn. It helped me remember that no matter what my skin color was, no matter what others thought about me, I counted and I deserved to be respected.
As an adult those affirmative feelings carried over into my stories. Whether fiction or nonfiction, I wanted the people I wrote about, especially women and women of color like myself, and minorities to show their courage and their strength at the end of their journey. I wanted them to impart a lesson to my readers through their dialogue or actions that they mattered and would no longer be marginalized, devalued or disrespected.
When I listened to Aretha Franklin sing, "Respect,” the words regard and reverence come to mind. This song and her activism as a Black woman who was revered worldwide and by all races, encourages me to live and write from a place that speaks to the injustices in the world. That song encourages me to speak up and speak out for all those who faced repercussions when they did or those who need courage to do it now I will be the vessel to tell their stories line by line, verse by verse.
Music, good music, the kind where the melody or lyrics roll off your tongue even when the song stops playing, the music Aretha Franklin sang, can fuel your creativity and shape your platform. Aretha Franklin’s music did that for me, one song in particular. I am forever grateful to her for that and more. May she rest in Queenly peace.
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Jeanine DeHoney has had her work published on several blogs, in magazines and anthologies. Among others her writing has been published in Essence, The Children's Ark, Metro Fiction, My Brown Baby, The Write Place At the Write Time, Literary Mama, Mutha Magazine, True Stories Well Told, Parent. Co., Brain Child Magazine, Jerry Jazz Magazine, Today's Caregiver Magazine, and Rigorous Literary Magazine. She is an essayist in the anthologies "Chicken Soup for the African American Woman’s Soul,” "Here in the Middle: Stories of Love, Loss, and Connection from The Ones Sandwiched in Between," “Theories of HER-an experimental anthology, in the anthology, "In Celebration of Sisters," and in the Chicken Soup For The Soul Anthology, The Power Of Yes.
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Would you like to participate in Friday "Speak Out!"? Email your short posts (under 500 words) about women and writing to: marcia[at]wow-womenonwriting[dot]com for consideration. We look forward to hearing from you!
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Friday Speak Out!: Do We Writers Need To Defend Our Time To Others
I remember being at dinner with family and friends and the conversation turning to work.
That dreaded feeling came over me of whether this time I would have to shrink like a wallflower into the background or would I have to defend my work schedule as a writer…again.
Although it wasn’t as structured now that I was freelancing fulltime, writing was still full of as many ebbs and flows as when I was teaching twenty adorable and precocious preschoolers for over twenty years. Writing, like at my former workplace, was stressful one day, exhilarating the next, made me feel like throwing in the towel one day, and made me feel so passionate about what I did the next day I thought it was a lovefest I would never retire from.
But at times others didn’t know that.
Their words:
"You’re so lucky you have all this free time to do nothing.” Or, “At least you don’t have to go to work like I do and deal with all this stress,” or “No wonder you can keep your house clean, cook a fantastic meal, spend hours at the library, attend that conference, etc., you have the time.”
And then there were those who thought there was a void in my life and lovingly suggested I fill my life with a myriad of activities because I had so much time on my hand.
Their words, words my husband always tells me not to be sensitive to or to ignore, weren’t meant to be a put down and didn’t come from a place of meanness. They just didn’t know, didn’t understand.
They didn’t know that writing, piecing together your thoughts like a jigsaw puzzle, editing, and doing more editing, is a laborious process. They didn’t know how you can never clock out like a regular nine to five job because as writers we can’t turn off our minds or creative energy like a water faucet even when we try or need to. And they didn’t quite understand how it is normal for us to see every situation intertwined with a story; be it a toddler using the Potty for the first time, buying a pair of red shoes, or protesting about gun violence or domestic violence or any type of despair in the world. We can’t let it dangle in front of us. We have to write about it.
There are never any “do nothing days” as a writer. After I finish my normal tasks, I can work for hours on end until I have a completed manuscript, one that meets my writing vision of making a reader’s heart swell with hope, faith and empowerment.
So do we writers need to defend our time to others? Not really. We know what we do. Our best retort is to just keep on writing.
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Jeanine DeHoney has had her work published on several blogs, in magazines and anthologies. Among others her writing has been published in Essence, The Children's Ark, Metro Fiction, My Brown Baby, The Write Place At the Write Time, Literary Mama, Mutha Magazine, True Stories Well Told, Parent. Co., Brain Child Magazine, Jerry Jazz Magazine, Today's Caregiver Magazine, and Rigorous Literary Magazine. She is an essayist in the anthologies "Chicken Soup for the African American Woman’s Soul,” "Here in the Middle: Stories of Love, Loss, and Connection from The Ones Sandwiched in Between," “Theories of HER-an experimental anthology, in the anthology, "In Celebration of Sisters," and upcoming in the Chicken Soup For The Soul Anthology, The Power Of Yes, in August of 2018.
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Would you like to participate in Friday "Speak Out!"? Email your short posts (under 500 words) about women and writing to: marcia[at]wow-womenonwriting[dot]com for consideration. We look forward to hearing from you!
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