Tag: 2018 Beach Reads

All the Way From Canada!

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 7, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. 2 Comments on All the Way From Canada!

Please enjoy this kicking review of Tracking Happiness: A Southern Chicken Adventure found on Susanne Fletcher’s Wuthering Bites blog. I am thrilled Susanne compared the comic dialogue to P.G. Woodhouse, whose Jeeves collection I long ago fell in love with and read in its entirety (how one gets so lucky as to be compared to a beloved writer,...

What Makes a Bandwagon so Enticing?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 10, 2018. Posted in General, LOVE, Writing. No Comments on What Makes a Bandwagon so Enticing?

As they said in the 1950s when twin beds gave way to the double, “It is proving VERY popular.” Y’all are buying and reading and sharing photos of your very own copies of TRACKING HAPPINESS: A SOUTHERN CHICKEN ADVENTURE. That tickles me to no end. Your smiling faces, your wonderful support—thank you, thank you! “I personally...

Sweet Spot

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 2, 2018. Posted in Writing. 4 Comments on Sweet Spot

I’m in a really good place right now, professionally. I have four projects going on. First, I’m continuing to get the word out on TRACKING HAPPINESS: A SOUTHERN CHICKEN ADVENTURE. It’s available in print and e-book now, shortly in podcast and audiobook. Soon, I’ll be agonizing and biting my nails over not having enough...

DIY Saturday

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 30, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. No Comments on DIY Saturday

I needed a place to read my Walter Mosley mystery so I put together the porch cot. My summer afternoon Coleman reading cot The last two years, I’ve put together lots of furniture in this house. Some of it was easier than others, like these pieces: My claw foot writing table A canvas sink/champagne holder A sextant lamp Others...

The Enduring Legend of the Midnight Gardner

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 22, 2018. Posted in General, LOVE. 6 Comments on The Enduring Legend of the Midnight Gardner

When I left Mississippi, I lost the Midnight Gardner. In the middle of the night, he would arrive. The next morning, on my way to work, when I locked the door behind me, a small brown paper bag with a crumpled neck waited on the hood of my car. Inside the bag tumbled tomatoes. The tomatoes might be a little wormy or spotted with yellow patches,...