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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...

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...

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....

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...

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...

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...

St Jude Road Warriors

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 5, 2015. Posted in General, LOVE. 10 Comments on St Jude Road Warriors

For 15 years, we’ve avoided the St. Jude Marathon. With over 20,000 people running to end childhood cancer, the race clogs the Memphis streets. More than once my husband and I’ve been trapped by the blocked roads and orange cones, no way out. This morning, of all things, we joined the throngs. Having a friend whose child is...

A Different Kind of Christmas

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 30, 2015. Posted in General. 14 Comments on A Different Kind of Christmas

I am slow, behind. Your blog posts are going unread. My head reels with thoughts of sofas and chairs and what to do with the table in the kitchen? I am furnishing an entire beach house in my head (and on Pinterest). When these sortings graciously step aside for a moment, Jazzy and the Pirate rushes in, insisting on being finished....

Barataria Hauntings

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 18, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. 2 Comments on Barataria Hauntings

Barataria Imagine yourself on a flat-bottomed boat gliding through the Louisiana swamps of Barataria when you bump a log. Feathering the paddle against the sides of the pirogue, you slow and steer yourself towards the gap in the moss-draped oaks. A rasping causes you to pause. Wrong move. A claw shoots from the murky water, grasping the...