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Do It Your Way

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 31, 2015. Posted in Writing. 14 Comments on Do It Your Way

Some of you have given up on me. You’ve quit asking “How’s the writing going?” You’ve even stopped asking, “Are you still writing?” Honestly, I don’t blame you. I gave up my law practice in 2001. At the turn of the century. Fourteen years ago. Fourteen years. In that time, I’ve published a lot. A lot. You can read all about it on my...

Gone Girl, Ellen Style

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 27, 2015. Posted in GOD, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, Writing. 10 Comments on Gone Girl, Ellen Style

Hip rehab, yes. But obsession in writing a new novel too. That’s why I’ve been so absent—the combination of these two life facts have been deadly to blogging, for which I apologize. BTW, I’ve missed being here. 🙂 Here’s my latest: * The University of North Carolina was eliminated from the NCAA men’s...

I Saw God

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 8, 2015. Posted in GOD. 10 Comments on I Saw God

Graffiti. A bare tree. My dog’s pink tongue. This is where I’m seeing God these days. My Lenten discipline this year for the forty days preceding Easter is to see God every day and share my sightings on my Facebook author page. I’ve had many, varied Lenten disciplines over the years. During my childhood, mostly no sweets....

The Gift of Doll God

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on February 25, 2015. Posted in LOVE, Writing. 7 Comments on The Gift of Doll God

When I showed up at the psychiatrist seeking help for my night terrors, the first question the doctor asked was whether as a child I had played with dolls. I was incensed—a thirty-something lawyer in charge of my own life, and he was reverting to some Freudian hooey? Better he should have asked why as a child I insisted on climbing higher...

Walking Toward the River

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on February 20, 2015. Posted in GRIEF, Writing. 12 Comments on Walking Toward the River

Every morning and every afternoon I walk toward the river. The river flows past the oversized window at the end of our hallway. Sometimes when I walk, a behometh ship passes, rusty hull slicing the air. At other times it’s the train passing, the cars laden with graffiti. On the rarest of occasions, the train runs in front of a ship and...

Literary Gift to Those Once Known as Homeless

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 25, 2015. Posted in HOMELESSNESS, Writing. 8 Comments on Literary Gift to Those Once Known as Homeless

No one owes you anything in this world. Everything anyone does for you is a gift. Some gifts—the gift of love or forgiveness or a trust fund enabling you to graduate law school and make your way in this world for a while—are pretty damn big gifts. Others may seem small, but those gifts are the ones that often bring tears to my eyes. Chapter...

The Body in Conversation

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 22, 2015. Posted in General, GRIEF. 18 Comments on The Body in Conversation

My body is aghast at what I’ve done to it. Open-mouthed, slack-jawed, incredulous. Like the time in the 11th grade when I was playing powder puff (Ha!) football for the Keyettes. I was standing there minding my own business when wham! I was knocked senseless onto the ground. I struggled upright to see the grinning face of a girl on the...

Creative Healing

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 12, 2015. Posted in Writing. 17 Comments on Creative Healing

I am working on a new novel. A mystery with a 62-year-old protagonist who was formerly homeless. A body is found in a Jeep in the Wolf River Harbor. My man Coot is on the case. This is why I haven’t been posting lately. When I am drafting—not revising, but writing new work—everything else pretty much comes to a stand still. I am only...

Arrived!

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 25, 2014. Posted in General. 10 Comments on Arrived!

The new family The Baby Tall Joseph, his journey finished The flock (and Jonah’s whale) The angels, all of them The joyous, protective frog The proud mother, author of the Magnificat: “God has scattered the proud in their conceit casting down the mighty from their thronesand lifting up the lowly” ...

The Silent Night

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 24, 2014. Posted in General. No Comments on The Silent Night

No room at the inn, Mary and Tall Joseph trust they will find a place to rest. Mary and Tall Joseph greet the night