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Spinning Plates, or The Writing Life

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 21, 2014. Posted in General. 6 Comments on Spinning Plates, or The Writing Life

Thank you to my friend and neighbor Susan Cushman for tagging me at Pen and Palette to answer some questions about my writing. If you don’t follow Susan’s blog, go take a look. Susan blogs regularly on writing, mental health, and faith; her post on Shrinking the Monsters discusses her own writing process. Susan is a wonderful supporter of the...

Grandparent Love

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 20, 2014. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Grandparent Love

We sat on the flat rock by the shore of Lake Pontchartrain dropping pebbles into the water-filled crevice of the rock while we watched the red ball of the sun drop swiftly—it’s disappearing as we watch!—into the blue clouds, rounded as mountains. As Tom and I said our goodbyes, Aubrey said, “I had fun dropping pebbles into the pond...

Join with me in prayer

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 14, 2014. Posted in General. 4 Comments on Join with me in prayer

Please enjoy this wonderful prayer poem from John Thomas Dodds

The Ramones and Me

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 13, 2014. Posted in General. No Comments on The Ramones and Me

I didn’t run with a crowd that liked the Ramones. I didn’t run with much of a crowd at all. During that period of my life, I was on my own emotionally, completing my schooling, being very functional in my choices. Not so for my music. Inside those idiosyncratic choices there lived the Ramones. I heard it and I loved it. “I...

Why I Want to Publish

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 11, 2014. Posted in General. 3 Comments on Why I Want to Publish

It took an obituary. As I’ve been pondering my writing journey, several people have asked me questions about my desire to get my work published. The thought-provoking questions have included, “You’ve written something you are proud of, is that not enough?” “But you enjoy the act of writing itself, right?” “I...

I’m Bogged and I Know It

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 8, 2014. Posted in General. 4 Comments on I’m Bogged and I Know It

It’s hard to live in a place where you know you’re failing. When I first started writing, all my writing teachers gushed over my work. Rare voice, they said. True gift, they opined. Literary journals I admired–like the Chicago Review—sent me notes saying, we’re not taking this piece but we know we’re going to be reading about you in the future....

July 4th at My House

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 4, 2014. Posted in General. No Comments on July 4th at My House

The breeze blows through the open windows Letting in the Breeze The fountain plays Wind chimes add hidden notes Creatures still Waiting on the Saint Inside the fan whirls and we peer through screens at the wider world It’s hard to capture shadow and light Peace is easy Tonight we’ll watch the fireworks from the balcony and...

My Wednesdays

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 2, 2014. Posted in General. 3 Comments on My Wednesdays

I never know what to do with Wednesdays. At 8:00, I go to church. The priest sometimes stops the liturgy to urge us to look overhead and watch the light show: dust motes floating in the sunbeams from the stained glass windows. Today, because it’s Fourth of July week, the guitarist during communion plays “This Land is Your Land.”...

The Goose Neck

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 28, 2014. Posted in General. 5 Comments on The Goose Neck

A brief break from my commentary on the world cup

Dogs and the Dead

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 28, 2014. Posted in General. 9 Comments on Dogs and the Dead

Dogs don’t visit the dead. Lord knows, I’ve tried to get them interested. When we lost Lucy, I yanked Atticus and Providence down to the river bank where I stood gazing at her grave. They mostly sniffed and peed. When only Providence remained, she telegraphed her boredom loud and clear, even when I told her she would be lying next...