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This Story is Free

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 23, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on This Story is Free

“Drunk at the FoodLand Again” First appeared on-line at Southern Hum. To contribute to Feeding America, a charity devoted to ending hunger, please follow the link here or visit feedingamerica.org Listen to the story here:

Love and Fleas and Love

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 22, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on Love and Fleas and Love

My other blog is talking about love. And fleas. And love. “In my ongoing efforts to rid my life of fleas, I’ve learned way more than I want to know about them. Their life cycle, their truly horrifying body anatomy. Every article I’ve read is accompanied by the gruesome photo of a bare back, the splotchy red flea bites (I know what a...

Pulce: How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count the Ways

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 22, 2013. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Pulce: How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count the Ways

For reasons I can’t explain, I am following a blog on how to speak Italian,The Art of Translation. It’s interesting—I like getting notice of the posts. Today, the topic was “Honey, Sweetheart, & Co.” Or, Italian nicknames for the beloved. I was looking forward to the topic. My husband and I call each other (TMI alert) “mon petit...

Something Different is Happening Here

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 20, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on Something Different is Happening Here

I opened the hand-addressed notecard. The graceful penmanship thanked me for my short story. I flipped the envelope and read the address: the writer was my neighbor. She had read “Just Now” in Memphis Magazine when the story won its annual fiction contest. I tucked the note away with other notes I’ve received over the...

She Will Love Venice

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 19, 2013. Posted in General. 4 Comments on She Will Love Venice

My character in Jazzy, the new novel I’m working on, will love Venice, Louisiana. Venice will be a place Jazzy drove to with her daddy, one of her many “memory containers” destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. She will be devastated to learn the Katrina surge so inundated Venice to make the land indistinguishable from the Gulf of...

It’s Not the End of the Earth

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 18, 2013. Posted in General. 3 Comments on It’s Not the End of the Earth

A couple of days ago, I called Venice, Louisiana the end of the earth. It’s not. It’s the end of the world. At the time, I did not know Venice’s official nickname was “The End of the World.” Now, having gone and returned, the REM song “It’s the End of the World As We Know It” keeps looping...

“Drunk at the FoodLand Again” written and read by Ellen Morris Prewitt

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 18, 2013. Posted in General. 1 Comment on “Drunk at the FoodLand Again” written and read by Ellen Morris Prewitt

When It Becomes Real

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 17, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on When It Becomes Real

With my new novel, Jazzy, I’m writing about the destruction of New Orleans following Katrina. Yesterday, I traveled to Plaquemines Parish where Katrina made landfall. Now I’m writing about the destruction of Venice, the last point in Louisiana reachable by road before the Mississippi River pours into the Gulf. The community,...

What’s Going On: The Summer of Love

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 17, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on What’s Going On: The Summer of Love

Right now, at this very moment, we are five stories into a fourteen story experiment. Tomorrow, we will release a new story— “Drunk at the Foodland Again”—and we will be six stories in. Many of you are listening to these stories as they are released. Some of you have subscribed at YouTube. Some subscribed to the podcast feed at...

You Know What They Say Dancing Will Lead To

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 15, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on You Know What They Say Dancing Will Lead To

“The trouble started earlier that summer, about a month after my mom died from cancer and left me living alone, my dad long dead. Friday night, I was at the ‘80s dance party held down on Lamar for the Memphis Museum’s Young Adult outreach program. The D.J.’s were playing the music and strobing the lights when . . .” Listen to the...