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Wordle

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 23, 2025. Posted in General. 8 Comments on Wordle

Of all the things going on in the world right now, what I’m motivated to write to you about is Wordle. I’ve found an Unlimited Wordle site. I’m both obsessed and convinced this is really good for my brain. Why? I don’t think it’s primarily because of the challenge. If you’re as late to the game as I am...

Summer Adventures

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 11, 2025. Posted in Featured, General. 2 Comments on Summer Adventures

Over the last month of summer adventures, I’ve survived a fruit fly outbreak and a weevil infestation, both while caring for our five-year-old grandson for the week. I swam in a lake where duck poop covered the dock and my arms stroked into wavering water lilies. An acquaintance died from that horrid flesh-eating bacteria, and I got bit...

Night Terrors

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 1, 2025. Posted in Featured, General, Writing. 13 Comments on Night Terrors

Write, write. Submit, submit. This is me, a busy little bee. One paid off, a story about the magic of night terrors. Or, alternatively, the demons in my prior life. I thank Dorothy Parker’s Ashes for publishing it. Y’all take a look and let me know what you think.

Our Federal Court System

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 15, 2025. Posted in Featured, General, Racism to Reconciliation. 2 Comments on Our Federal Court System

I’m biased, I admit. I grew up in a time when the sea wall against the flood of fascism was our federal court system. In Mississippi in the 1960s, the state had lost its mind over the end of segregation. Officials declared federal law null and void inside Mississippi. According to this myth, anything the state did in response to the...

Two Mississippi Women Authors

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 17, 2025. Posted in General, Writing. No Comments on Two Mississippi Women Authors

I can’t remember how much I’ve told you about these two Mississippi women authors. Doesn’t matter. I’m saying it again because I want you to know about them. Ellen Ann Fentress Ellen Ann Fentress has been a friend since we both showed up to pledge the Jackson Junior League and draped our wooden name tags around...

Granddaughter of the Instigator

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 16, 2025. Posted in Featured, Racism to Reconciliation. 9 Comments on Granddaughter of the Instigator

We get many names during our lives, some given to us and some assumed. I didn’t ask for “granddaughter of the instigator,” but it’s true. Here’s the origin story: https://www.salvationsouth.com/granddaughter-of-the-instigator-vicksburg-massacre-ellen-morris-prewitt

The Unveiling

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 13, 2025. Posted in Featured, General, Racism to Reconciliation. 4 Comments on The Unveiling

Down to the Lick Log

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 12, 2025. Posted in General, Racism to Reconciliation, Writing. 14 Comments on Down to the Lick Log

Sometimes, the rubber hits the road. Or, to use a more personal metaphor, sooner or later, we get down to the lick log. I know a lick log because the cows at Mamo and Papo’s farm had salt licks. My Uncle Jimmy put the blocks of salt on stumps in the field behind the barn. The cows, for God knows what reason, liked salt. They would low...

Keeping the Murderous Grannies Straight

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 3, 2025. Posted in Featured, When We Were Murderous Time-Traveling Women, Writing. 6 Comments on Keeping the Murderous Grannies Straight

I’m deep in revision, y’all. My editor at Literary Wanderlust completed her developmental edits on When We Were Murderous Time-Traveling Women and sent me her comments. They were not a big deal, two main ones and an adjustment to a scene at the end. The one I’m most interested in involves keeping the murderous grannies...

Too Far from Memphis

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 30, 2025. Posted in General, LOVE. 4 Comments on Too Far from Memphis

While I sit on the couch with my husband, outside the window, the orange ball of sun stands firm. No matter how the end of day looks, we know it’s the earth rolling into night. The incandescent star is too far from Memphis to cast a flame onto the Mississippi River. Instead, the water’s surface has a sheen like ice. Arkansas is...