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The Poignancy of Christmas

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 22, 2019. Posted in General, GOD, GRIEF. 6 Comments on The Poignancy of Christmas

My brilliant older sister chooses a theme every Christmas. On Christmas Day at dinner, we go round the table and each person says what the theme means to them. We have done this since her daughters (now married or engaged) were too young to hold a knife. She—my older sister—also does a birthday cake for Jesus, ties red ribbons all over the house,...

Advent 2019, Week 2

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 8, 2019. Posted in General, GOD. 8 Comments on Advent 2019, Week 2

It’s the 2nd Sunday of Advent, 2019. I’m reviewing moments of my church life. I do this every time we pray the confession of our sins, where we are supposed to say, “We do humbly repent,” but as a teenager I inadvertently said, “We do humbly repeat,” and my sister and I burst out laughing. After that, my mother...

How Did I Do?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 2, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. 2 Comments on How Did I Do?

In 2018, I made a promise to myself: I would get all my old work out there so I could move on to new work. This led to a whirlwind of publication. In 2018, I published Tracking Happiness in print, ebook, and audiobook (I do thank you for continuing to buy the audio book—audio books give you a nice pop in revenue, and it’s nice when a book...

Claim the Disappearing: 10

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 30, 2019. Posted in General, Writing. No Comments on Claim the Disappearing: 10

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time. If you are just joining us, feel free to return to THE BEGINNING and work your way through.) Talking about the past is easy. The past is done. The only choice of the tale-teller is to pick through the events jumbled...

Questions Needing Answers

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 26, 2019. Posted in General. 4 Comments on Questions Needing Answers

Why are the crows congregating on the iron fire escapes and tangled telephone wires and jutting cornices of this old rice mill loft in which I live? I told them, “I see what you’re doing!” They cawed back. Which leaves us at a standstill. The Rice Mill Loft the insolent murder of crows has invaded Will I ever learn that...

Really, Don’t Ask Me

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 25, 2019. Posted in General. No Comments on Really, Don’t Ask Me

I don’t know if this will work, but I’m sending a plea into the Universe: do not let anyone ask me for directions. Yesterday, I had to run to Robert’s Market (read that Ro-bear’s). I’ve been to Robert’s untold times. The last several days, I’ve been driving up and down the street Robert’s is on...

Sunday Question

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 24, 2019. Posted in General, GOD, HOMELESSNESS, Writing. 6 Comments on Sunday Question

What action would you take after reading this? Ellen Morris Prewitt is an award-winning writer who uses creativity to create community. Her first published book was on making crosses from broken and found objects as a form of active prayer (Making Crosses: A Creative Connection to God (Paraclete Press, 2009.) The book led her to facilitate two...

The Art of Canoeing

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 16, 2019. Posted in General, LOVE. 4 Comments on The Art of Canoeing

When I married the first time, my parents gave me a bed as my wedding gift. A fancy, romantic, four-poster bed. It was what I asked for. By the time I quit that marriage, my husband hadn’t had sex with me in a month of Sundays. When I married this time, I asked for a canoe. Canoeing, like love, is not for the faint of heart. Unlike love, however,...

Those People on the Wall

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 13, 2019. Posted in General, LOVE. 4 Comments on Those People on the Wall

I know what my ancestors looked like because their portraits hung on the wall. This is something I’ve always taken for granted. The portraits hang at what we call “505” (the house has a real name under the National Register of Historic Places—the Joseph Henry Morris House—but no one calls it anything but 505.) This man, the...

Claim the Disappearing: Chapter 9

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 11, 2019. Posted in Writing. No Comments on Claim the Disappearing: Chapter 9

(I invite you to enjoy this free New Orleans novel, courtesy of the wonder that is the internet, unrolled a teensy bit at a time. If you are just joining us, feel free to return to THE BEGINNING and work your way through.) The saint cleared his throat, urging me to get on with it. Outside the transom window, a tourist walked by in a tall jester’s...