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The Killing of a Coastline

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 23, 2013. Posted in General. 4 Comments on The Killing of a Coastline

Standing in a thrift shop so stuffed with used clothes I can hardly breathe, I’m reading the warning signs (“Customers, Watch Your Young ‘Uns”) while the proprietress smokes cigarettes and a motorcycle roars by outside and I’m thinking this is worst thrift store I’ve ever been in. Outside, stray cats roam. When we pass the Old Carrabelle Inn...

A Strange Phenomenon

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 18, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on A Strange Phenomenon

I’ll be telling a story and the listener will interrupt me. “Yes,” they say. “I read it on your blog.” Now, when I tell you how odd it is for people to know things about me I didn’t tell them face-to-face, you will say, “Yes, I know. I read it on your blog.” here’s to creative synthesis...

Download Party

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 15, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on Download Party

It’s official: the Download Party (the Booksellers June 27th) will have food. It’s gonna be a party.

Tidbits from My Trip

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 15, 2013. Posted in General. 4 Comments on Tidbits from My Trip

oddest sign: “No Livestock Released” at a Tennessee rest stop, which was something of a disappointment as I’d have liked to see some cows wandering about oddest sound: in the fancy bathroom of a fancy Charlotte restaurant Elvis singing the “Dixie” portion of An American Trilogy oddest recurring conversation: about the mother, daughter and...

Oh, Don’t Do That

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 9, 2013. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Oh, Don’t Do That

So I’m walking through the bookstore trying to find a gift for my dad, and I remember the year I talked my sister into giving my grandmother an air conditioning filter for Christmas. I think we were in Sears, and when I saw the air conditioning filter, it reminded me of those collage photo frames (very popular at the time) with lots of...

A Question Only You can Answer

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 7, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on A Question Only You can Answer

Here’s the question: Can one make a “social business” out of writing? By which I mean: Can I successfully link my short stories with charities engaging the theme of the story? Will our modern desire to do good when spending our money extend to literature? Do readers read for anything other than entertainment? Here’s...

Stages

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 6, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on Stages

The oaks and maples and ginkgos make me gape. Add an overcast sky to their new growth, and you’ve got “vegetation.” Unfortunately, I’ll get used to it as the season progresses; thankfully, I’m not there yet. I crane my neck, gazing at the lush canopy. I’ve never had a wreck watching the trees, but I could. * I do not shiver. I hunch....

Just Wondering

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 3, 2013. Posted in General. 4 Comments on Just Wondering

* does everyone automatically lift their foot from the accelerate when they see a cop, or is it just me? * have we ever measured a dog’s blood pressure to see if our presence makes her pressure go down? * why did the salesman let me buy a black and blue shirt with a black and blue tie to go with “black” pants that would be revealed to be brown...

Cain’t Do Nothing with Love

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 1, 2013. Posted in General. 4 Comments on Cain’t Do Nothing with Love

Terra firma info: Launch date: Thursday June 27th Time: 6:00 pm Location: The Booksellers at Laurelwood Memphis, TN What it is: collection of award-winning short stories written and read by the author (me) and made available on CD Ether info: Launch date: earlier than June 27th Time: anytime I choose Location: on the ethernet What...

No One’s Studying You

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 28, 2013. Posted in General. 2 Comments on No One’s Studying You

The cabbie gives me the once over. “You a doctor?” he asks. “I’m a writer,” I say. “I thought you were a doctor,” he insists. “You got the hair, the glasses, the dress.” For the rest of my time in New Orleans, I wear patterned hose and flapper dresses and red pointed cowboy boots and a tight black tee-shirt with my Elvis medal pinned front...