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“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...

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...