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You Won’t Know – Do It Anyway

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 13, 2014. Posted in General. No Comments on You Won’t Know – Do It Anyway

I was flipping channels, and I stopped on a little girl explaining her science project. She wanted to assist water conservation. Specifically, she wanted to make her fellow and sister elementary school students aware of water use. She had the idea to tell them, whenever a faucet was running, to make a noise in their heads....

Palm Sunday Bait and Switch

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 13, 2014. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Palm Sunday Bait and Switch

I have a complaint: why is the celebration that gives Palm Sunday its name so short? What is it about our theological bent toward the difficulty of the passion that we can’t celebrate the world’s recognition of Jesus for more than ten minutes before we must plunge into the hard part? Do we worship suffering and difficulty so...

Descaling

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 13, 2014. Posted in General. No Comments on Descaling

A lovely illustrated poem from Valeriu DG Barbu’s blog to start the morning

It Will Be Normal

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 6, 2014. Posted in General. 5 Comments on It Will Be Normal

For those who read my blog yesterday: I am better. As is its want, the pain is gone, leaving me to wonder what I was complaining so about yesterday. From here forward, I will live a good, fun life. I’ll do my PT exercises, impressed with myself for what I CAN do. I’ll walk the dog, forgetting this once caused pain. I’ll roll my...

The Dispassionate Dead

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 5, 2014. Posted in General. 6 Comments on The Dispassionate Dead

Today, the pain arrived on a beautiful Saturday morning when spring had finally peeped around the corner, and I was exulting in the joy of life. When the doctor has told you, “If you said ‘now,’ I’d have you in the OR tomorrow replacing both hips,” the pain can descend at any moment. Problem is, each time, the...

How to Judge Success (or Confessions of a Puzzle Slut)

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 5, 2014. Posted in General. No Comments on How to Judge Success (or Confessions of a Puzzle Slut)

How to Judge Success (or Confessions of a Puzzle Slut).

Dr. King’s Room

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 4, 2014. Posted in General. No Comments on Dr. King’s Room

The first time I visited the National Civil Rights Museum, what I saw were words. Words and words and more words hanging on the walls upon black and white sheets of paper. So many words. After my early visit, the museum added a few physical exhibits, most notably a big-ass garbage truck in recognition of the striking sanitation workers who...

The Community of Doers

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 29, 2014. Posted in General. 2 Comments on The Community of Doers

I am going to start a new church. We’ll be called a community of doers. No more community of believers for us. In this church, nothing must you believe; you needn’t even believe in doing. We won’t approve of what you are doing. We won’t disapprove of what you are doing or not doing. All we ask is that you want to do. BTW—you can’t join this...

Self-Publishers Self-Promotion: Mock-you-deals

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 29, 2014. Posted in General. 6 Comments on Self-Publishers Self-Promotion: Mock-you-deals

“In a zero book deal, Ellen Morris Prewitt’s short story collection, Cain’t Do Nothing with Love, on-line in audio” “Underselling author Ellen Morris Prewitt’s short story collection Cain’t Do Nothing with Love to caintdonothingwithlove.wordpress.com” “Author of multiple works of mischief, Ellen Morris...

St. Joseph Walks into a Bar

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 18, 2014. Posted in General. 2 Comments on St. Joseph Walks into a Bar

Tomorrow is St. Joseph’s Day. We will be joining in the festivities at Love Lost Lounge in the Mariny. The bar’s owner is continuing a tradition from his childhood of offering a St. Joseph Altar for the neighborhood. A couple of years ago, I stumbled upon the altar walking home from the Healing Center. Last year, Tom and I went...