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Day Tripper

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 15, 2015. Posted in General. 6 Comments on Day Tripper

I swore, when I realized I was destined to replace both my God-given hips with two metal cyborg stand-ins, to make the absolute most of my upgrade. I decided (after consulting with my husband) to become an intentional walker. What this means is walking not as exercise, but walking to a destination, with hints of pilgrimaging and...

p.s. The Grocery Store Hat

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 9, 2015. Posted in FASHION. 8 Comments on p.s. The Grocery Store Hat

Re-reading my recent blogs, I see where I mentioned wanting to buy the hat I’d seen in the grocery store. I did. My latest grocery store hat, which means bought at, not necessarily to be worn to, the grocery store

Do You Know New Orleans?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 9, 2015. Posted in General, LOVE, Writing. 2 Comments on Do You Know New Orleans?

Do you know the French Quarter? St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square Do you know it more than Mardis Gras Day? Learning Learning more Learning still Do you know it as a literary place? Faulkner House Books Pirate’s Alley where William Faulkner lived and wrote The city of Tennessee Williams and John Kennedy O’Toole ...

Will the Gator Make It into the Novel?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 5, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. No Comments on Will the Gator Make It into the Novel?

I want you to see Jean Lafitte National Historical Park and Preserve in Barataria Basin where we went researching for the novel revision. headed out my husband in the shadows Cypress trees That’s a little alligator overhead Cypress knees, which act as buttresses Spanish moss

Summer Reading Recommendation: Writing Our Way Home

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 3, 2015. Posted in HOMELESSNESS, Writing. No Comments on Summer Reading Recommendation: Writing Our Way Home

Thank you to Luanne Castle at Writersite for featuring Writing Our Way Home: A Group Journey Out of Homelessness on her blog. Check it out, and while you’re there, take a look around. She’! http://writersite.org/2015/07/27/summer-reading/

Laissez le bon temps rouler

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 3, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. 6 Comments on Laissez le bon temps rouler

We leave New Orleans in a week. We’ve spent a lot of time here this year as I’ve gone through two (yikes!) hip replacements. To say our time hasn’t been optimized for fun is an understatement. But last week I was released from outpatient therapy, and it was as if the PT had yelled, “Ready, set, go!” We’ve...

“Yes, I Mind!”

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 1, 2015. Posted in Racism to Reconciliation. 4 Comments on “Yes, I Mind!”

So, here’s a story, one of my favorite from my young adult years. My sister went to visit her husband’s constitutional law class. The class is full of first year law students at a prestigious law school. Big bombastic law professor (this is the way I remember it.) Anyway, the professor leads the class in a call-and-response. He says, “When...

Making Paper

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 1, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. 2 Comments on Making Paper

You start with scrap paper. In my limited experience, you must be very intentional or scrap paper will turn out grey. So I focused on bright yellow papers and collected the gold foil off Hershey candies. In the service of my latest adventure, I ate a lot of Hershey candies. I’m such a selfless person! I ripped the paper into shreds,...

Options for the Like Button

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 30, 2015. Posted in General. 3 Comments on Options for the Like Button

I’m with Joanne on this! https://topofjcsmind.wordpress.com/2015/07/23/i-feel-for-you/

Lucky Seven

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 25, 2015. Posted in GOD, Writing. 15 Comments on Lucky Seven

It began on the veranda of the Gibson Inn in Apalachicola, Florida, the town locals call Apalach, where oysters once reigned and the river whispers of pirate ships disappearing in the streaky dawn. Boats on ol’ Apalach In the waning heat of a summer afternoon in 2008, I joined my husband on the second floor porch of the hotel whose bar...