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Boro Sack Repair

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 26, 2016. Posted in FASHION, General. 6 Comments on Boro Sack Repair

I’ve been trying this new boro sewing, which is a form of reverse patching. Unlike normal patching, the patch is on the inside of the tear and the stitching on the outside. This exposure of the repair job really appeals to me. Here are my ripped jeans repaired when I decided the rips were getting out of hand. My ripped jeans repaired the...

Voodoo Hoodoo

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 18, 2016. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Voodoo Hoodoo

At the New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum, I was taken with the universal and departed musing over my photos while wondering which were which

Ellen’s Amazing Adventure

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 14, 2016. Posted in FASHION, General, Writing. 8 Comments on Ellen’s Amazing Adventure

Our five days of babysitting duties completed, we restarted our day with “second breakfast.” It being Carnival season and all, we chose this as our sumptuous second breakfast treat. King Cake from Cake Cafe–ours was apple and goat cheese, the cafe’s specialty Then we hit the road to Bay St. Louis, a small town on the Mississippi...

Publishing News: Grief, The Bone Trench, and 21st Century Obits

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 6, 2016. Posted in GRIEF, Writing. 12 Comments on Publishing News: Grief, The Bone Trench, and 21st Century Obits

I’m pleased to report that the essay Grief: The Best I Can Do will be published in Exterminating Angel Press: The Magazine. EAP is an amazing magazine whose ethic is spreading ideas, not exclusivity. So the “already published” nature of the essay is not an issue. In fact, the magazine encourages writers to get their work out...

Grow a Brain

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 1, 2016. Posted in General, LOVE. 13 Comments on Grow a Brain

One year at Christmas I took home a brain. On the drive up, we had stopped at a Cracker Barrel and amongst the clutter of all that Made in China crap, I found a brain kit. (This is a true story). The brain kit fit my budget—less than five bucks—and the checkout line was short enough to justify the wait, so I forked over my money and bought the...

A New Blog by a New Writerly Friend

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 28, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. 4 Comments on A New Blog by a New Writerly Friend

When I became self-hosted my reblogging abilities diminished, but I want to share a link to a new blog begun by a writer I recently met. She combines images and words. Her poetry fits my definition of a good poem, which is when I don’t know what the next word will be. Scroll through her entries and enjoy. https://mockmortality.wordpres...

Grief: The Best I Can Do

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 26, 2015. Posted in GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. 32 Comments on Grief: The Best I Can Do

My Daddy Joe was killed by a train when I was three years old. My older sister was four, and my mother was newly pregnant with my little sister. After the baby was born, my mother had what we would now call postpartum depression, complicated, of course, by the death. She thought to herself, Well, I’ve had this baby. The two older girls can take...

Naming the World: My Advent Practice

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 22, 2015. Posted in GOD, LOVE, Writing. 11 Comments on Naming the World: My Advent Practice

Over on Facebook on my author page—Ellen Morris Prewitt: My Very Southern Voice— since the beginning of Advent, I’ve been putting into practice the concept I mused upon in this blog post about A Different Kind of Christmas. Feel free to mosey on over to the page and enjoy the posts. Here’s a free sample. Well, they’re all free....

Vonnegut Birthed THE BONE TRENCH

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 19, 2015. Posted in LOVE, Writing. 10 Comments on Vonnegut Birthed THE BONE TRENCH

When I was in high school, I favored the library located in the small strip center that also held the hardware store where I bought tomato plants, thinking them to be flowers . . . but that’s another story. The library was cozy, the line of shelves beginning as soon as you walked in the door. From my weird spatial perspective, the books...