Ana Chevalier has authored thousands of articles, blog posts, and books (both bylined and ghostwritten) that have been read by millions of readers.

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Excerpt from Ana’s compelling commentary in The Toronto Star.

How my Facebook post about suicide uncovered so much hidden male pain and suffering: I spent the day chatting with men, several I barely knew, a few I didn’t know at all, about decades-old experiences. Repeatedly, I heard the echoed cries of young boys doing their best to survive unending sexual, physical, and verbal abuse, often at their fathers’ hands.

Excerpt from, Life, loss and a shared love of cheese, Ana’s evocative commentary on finding the joy in life after the death of her brother to AIDS, for The Baltimore Sun:

The first year after the death of someone you’re close to is always the hardest, and it is always a year of firsts. Mine came more than 20 years ago, back when another deadly virus raged.

That year, Easter came and went without a 6-foot-tall bunny suddenly jumping onto my front porch with a basket of fresh croissants and soft goat cheeses to toast spring.

Excerpt from Ana’s personal commentary for The Independent.

When you comment that I can ‘use chopsticks great’ forgive me if I don’t the compliment. If I tell you you’re quite adept with a knife and fork, will you beam with pride?

Chinatown. The word conjures images, vivid and distinct: blinking lights around a set menu in a restaurant window. Dark martial arts studios in deep basements with bearded men dispensing ancient secrets of self-defense. The ever-present smell of cooking rice, its steam scenting everything in the building with a moist sweetness.

In June 2021, Ana Chevalier’s “judicious,” “balanced,” and “brave piece of journalism” looking into the Kevin Spacey sexual assault allegations and subsequent erasure from contemporary culture was published by The Independent Observer Magazine.

Her article “Kevin Spacey Sexual Assault Allegations: What You Don’t Know,” has been read almost 2 Million times.

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Kevin Spacey Sexual Assault Allegations [The Independent Observer ]

In addition to her non-fiction successes, Ana’s original fiction, shorts, and dramatic plays continue to entertain and enthral audiences around the world. Some of Ana’s favorites include:

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Those overlooked by media attention too often forget that those basking in its so-called warmth are still flesh-and-blood mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons trying to do the best they can under frequently surreal conditions. They aren’t a commodity we are entitled to spend.

In The Price of A Cup of Coffee, Arthur Lane struggles to find his footing following a career-ending scandal.

Based on actual events, the Pushcart-nominated, Best New Short Fiction shortlisted mini-book delves into the entanglements of fame, scandal, identity, and the currency of celebrity.

Ana Chevalier has authored Low Tide

Low Tide, is the the only short story ever featured on Emmy Award Winning Journalist & Syndicated Columnist Liz Smith’s column.

Excerpt from Low Tide:

There had been two large bags of fan mail waiting for him beside the piano bench after the accident. At first, he had little interest in being prayed for. But at four in the morning when his hand throbbed and his absent thumb, by now decaying in some medical dump, ached and itched uncontrollably, he found them an entertaining distraction….
[carte blanche]

A little horror poetry to celebrate “Halloween Haunts” with the Horror Writers’ Association. [The Horror Writers’ Association]

Excerpt from The Last Winter of Newgate:

It crawled toward midnight, outside the Old Bailey
in the echo of Sepulchre’s bells
The moon wrapped himself in a blanket of clouds
the winds screeched a bone-chilling yell
I turned up my collar to stave off the night
a stranger I walked on alone
Feeling the cold, arthritic fingers of death
start to ferry me home

ana chevalier has authored the last winter of newgate

Ana Chevalier has authored Pundit

Ana’s first novel, Pundit, was published by Red Dashboard Press. Cocaine, prostitution, poverty, exploitation, torture, murder: It’s the world of Canadian Stand-Up comedy, and there’s nothing funny about it.

Excerpt from Pundit:

K Johnson owns the Polaris, Toronto’s largest comedy club. Every night the comics who work there put on a killer show; everyone leaves with a smile on their face. Then the house lights come up and the façade is gone. For five years K has lost his bid to host the Sweetwater Comedy Festival to Dickie Craig, a repugnant has-been television icon with a penchant for young male aides, and he can’t understand why.

Ana’s award-winning drama, Blue Plate Special, is set in present day South Boston. Blue Plate digs into the effects of PTSD on a veteran police officer. Eight years after witnessing the death of his only daughter, Danny is homeless, alienated, and can’t seem to re-enter society. His struggle sets off an emotional chain reaction in those around him that has life-altering effects.[Black Swan]

Belfast Girl, Ana’s heartfelt account of Northern Ireland during the time of the Troubles, was one of the first selections chosen—from more than 20 years of fiction—for the “Best of Fiction on the Web.”

Excerpt from Belfast Girl: Irish. Catholic. Protestant. Politics. It was all just blood when you had to bury it.

Excerpt from English Garden:

Malcolm smiled with satisfaction as he gazed out upon his English garden, warming in the California sun. He had long since left his home in the Cotswold region and had promised that when time and money permitted, he would recreate his childhood garden; but this time with azaleas. His mother hated azaleas. They now framed the perimeter of his lustrous beachfront home. She’d hate what I’ve done to this place, he thought smugly to himself as he stepped over her resting place. He’d planted the largest azalea bush on top of the moist patch of soil where her ashes were scattered, and left a dish of premium kibble out for the few neighborhood strays; enticing them to claim their territory. azaleas and cat’s piss. How do I love you, mother, let me count the ways.