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We are The Champions

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 17, 2015. Posted in HOMELESSNESS. 8 Comments on We are The Champions

When I began talking about a Door of Hope writing group book, people told me the book had to include my voice. Feature my voice, even. This was not what I wanted. Specifically, I didn’t want to be the well-off white woman who began working with those who had no shelter and immediately had the bright idea to write a book about her experience....

Just Rain

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 9, 2015. Posted in GOD, GRIEF, LOVE. 10 Comments on Just Rain

When we were interring Daddy in the Old Chapel Hill Cemetery (x marks the spot, a shovel, and an urn), rain fell. We held umbrellas, but we were moving, digging and tossing dirt. The August rain dripped slow and steady—not warm, not cool, just rain—and even as it was happening, I knew I’d never act afraid of the rain again. No running to...

The Moment

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 7, 2015. Posted in General. No Comments on The Moment

The shade on our living room window diffuses the light. When the sun’s going down, the room glows golden. A blue turquoise Christmas tree from Target sits on the window sill—the apartment is decorated in white and black and turquoise. I left the tree up after Christmas as a spot of color. Backlit by the sun, framed by the skyline of New...

You’re Reading the Work!

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 29, 2015. Posted in General. 6 Comments on You’re Reading the Work!

When I check my stats and folks have been reading my work, I just love that. When one of my blog posts leads folks to read my work, I double love that. If I post about the death of Daddy Joe, and you mosey over to read “The Old Timers” because it’s under the category of Grief, that’s so cool. Yes, it’s kind of fun...

Here’s the Kicker

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 27, 2015. Posted in GRIEF. 12 Comments on Here’s the Kicker

A daughter orphaned from her dad at age three, I wrapped myself in all things Daddy Joe. Because he moved to the Rockies, I loved the snow, demanded a Frosty the Snowman cake every December birthday, cherished my red sled—in Mississippi, where it snowed once every seven years. I folded and unfolded the postcard he sent me of a Palomino until...

The Roller Coaster of Writing

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 20, 2015. Posted in Writing. 6 Comments on The Roller Coaster of Writing

When you’re waiting at the gate and it swings open and you rush forward, your sneakers squinching on the spilled strawberry shakes, and, frantic, you skim through your choices—this car, no this car—only to be forced by the crowd into a red-cushioned car where the attendant slams the bar in place and you test it as well—never trust anybody,...

Creating Yourself

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 14, 2015. Posted in FASHION. 8 Comments on Creating Yourself

I’m carrying my Ryan Prewitt pocketbook today. Several years ago, I made the tote for Ryan and Cammie’s wedding brunch. Of all things, I noticed my wedding day pocketbook was made by a designer whose first name was Inge. That’s Cammie’s dad’s name. When I mentioned this to Cammie, she said yes, and not only that, a Cammie Hill also designs pocketbooks....

Stepping Out in Faith

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 13, 2015. Posted in GOD, HOMELESSNESS. 5 Comments on Stepping Out in Faith

I’d ducked inside the Support Center to make sure he hadn’t already arrived, and I exited as he walked up the drive, waving. “I’m late!” he called, though it was still a few minutes until 7:30. He told me he saw me drive by. I didn’t see him. I was concentrating on hoping he showed up—when you make plans a...

Why Do You Go to Church?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 7, 2015. Posted in GOD, HOMELESSNESS. 8 Comments on Why Do You Go to Church?

The incense hangs in the chapel air. We’re all squeezed in where we can fit, no concern for “our pew.” We listen to Gospel readings using The Message translation, so the words makes everyday sense. There is—or isn’t—an unpredictable response to the music.The blessing of the wine and bread is abbreviated. That’s okay....

Taking It Up a Notch

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 3, 2015. Posted in GOD, LOVE, Racism to Reconciliation, Writing. 8 Comments on Taking It Up a Notch

Finished. Yeah, right. Anyway, I’ve finished reading The Bone Trench out loud. That took nine days. This weekend, I reworked a query letter and wrote a new synopsis, one page. These two documents have now been sent to my paid editor Gretchen so she can work her magic. I don’t want to burden you with the entire documents. But here’s...