Writer Ellen Morris Prewitt Blog

It’s Loopy, What Can I Say?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 19, 2015. Posted in General. 11 Comments on It’s Loopy, What Can I Say?

You wanna laugh? Come to the website and listen to the new Front Porch Moment Audiovine. Click on my picture where it says “Click on Ellen” (yes, I tried to make this easy). It’s short (4 seconds?) and it loops—duh, it’s a vine, in audio. That’s what makes it funny. The repetition. Again. And again. And . . ....

Fewer Words, More Links

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 13, 2015. Posted in Writing. 9 Comments on Fewer Words, More Links

Other places where I hang out on the web. Come visit! https://twitter.com/ellenprewitt https://www.facebook.com/MyVerySouthernVoice https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2539007.Ellen_Morris_Prewitt https://www.instagram.com/vemphaha/ ...

What Can I Do—the Bree Model

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 5, 2015. Posted in GOD, Racism to Reconciliation. 2 Comments on What Can I Do—the Bree Model

She had a crisis of faith. But so much went before that. Her work, her reading, her awareness. Her travel, her commitment, her participation. Her use of her talent. Her love of God. In her statement following her direct nonviolent action of removing the Confederate flag from where it flew on the grounds of the South Carolina capitol, Ms....

What Can I Do?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 2, 2015. Posted in GOD, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, Racism to Reconciliation. 5 Comments on What Can I Do?

I’m starting a new series here. I’m announcing this new series so you can skip over my followup posts if you want, ’cause I’m a polite Southern woman, and I sure don’t want to impose. But some of you want these posts. I know you do because I’ve been reading your comments and the question you’ve been...

First, There is Racism

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 19, 2015. Posted in Featured, Racism to Reconciliation. 12 Comments on First, There is Racism

When my husband and I built our house at Pickwick Lake, we built it into the high bluffs that circle the lake. In order for this to work, the architect had to take steel beams and drive them through the shifting mud until he hit bedrock. The house was thus anchored and then built around these beams. I keep thinking of this image as I ponder...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...