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Understanding a Definition

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 18, 2014. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Understanding a Definition

3:30. 4:00. 5:30. 4:00. Q: What are these numbers? A: My wake-up times over the last four days. Important information: my normal wake up time is 8:30. Please note: no naps. This, as I understand it, is the effect of jet lag. “Jet lag” obviously means sleep deprivation. I thought jet lag meant you arrived in a foreign country and...

The Legion of Honor Resume

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 29, 2014. Posted in General. No Comments on The Legion of Honor Resume

The Legion of Honor Resume.

Becoming a Writer

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 28, 2014. Posted in General. 4 Comments on Becoming a Writer

Way back at the beginning, I was puzzled about how 15 writers and a nonprofit could publish a book. What would be the arrangement between the authors and the nonprofit? What about the understanding among the writers, some of whom had many entries, some of whom had few? How would we make this fair? The questions overwhelmed answers. My former-lawyer...

The Stink of Failure

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 27, 2014. Posted in General. 10 Comments on The Stink of Failure

I have just sent—for the last time—to the interested agent Train Trip: Lucinda Mae’s Quest for Love, Honor, and the Chickens. After three (count ’em, three) prior attempts, I have either successfully managed to revise the manuscript into a “market ready” product or I have not. I am telling y’all this because I need...

We Rise as One

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 25, 2014. Posted in General. 5 Comments on We Rise as One

I saw it once. It was on TV. The man was old. He had white hair and a wrinkled face. His arm was raised. He was carrying an American flag, the tiny kind with a wooden stick, the flag no bigger than a First Aid kit. The man was running, as best as his old man legs allowed. He waved the flag. The field through which the man ran was located in France....

Spring is Made for This

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 24, 2014. Posted in General. 4 Comments on Spring is Made for This

Ahhhh, it is going to rain. The thunder rumbles, lightning flashes against the window pane. Drops patter on glass, the shadows of the cedar undulate in the street lamp. Once I saw a raccoon scale the nighttime cottonwood like Dracula. Tonight, the lush spring plants arch toward the rain.

A Good Book Day

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 21, 2014. Posted in General. 2 Comments on A Good Book Day

William and I began our lessons on “How to Play Bridge.” We established that you arrange your hand by suit; you must follow suit; the higher card in a suit wins; ace is the highest card. The rules called the winning process taking “tricks.” William called them books. We played. We made books. William made more books than...

Don’t Re-Read Your Journal if You Can’t Take It

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 20, 2014. Posted in General. 4 Comments on Don’t Re-Read Your Journal if You Can’t Take It

The entries are from 2008. I had been involved with writing group for a year. Each week, after we met, I came home and wrote into the journal every significant thing I could remember having happened. The journal helped me process the chaotic hour that was a weekly writing group of men and women who had experienced homelessness. I am reviewing...

Where Exuberance Will Get You

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 17, 2014. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Where Exuberance Will Get You

I live in a jungle: The Cottonwood Grove Technically, this is a zero-lot line house within spitting distance of the next zero-lot line house. The balcony wraps around two of these massive cottonwoods. We have an interior garden: a garden spot This is what it feels like when you walk out of the front door, through this garden spot, and onto the...

My Readers: Laughing So They Won’t Weep

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 17, 2014. Posted in General. No Comments on My Readers: Laughing So They Won’t Weep

My Readers: Laughing So They Won't Weep.