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Happy Heat

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 30, 2018. Posted in General, Writing. 2 Comments on Happy Heat

It’s July. In Memphis. Ask most folks and they will tell you that Memphis is in Tennessee. It’s not. In the geography that counts—the geography of the heart, body and soul—Memphis is in the Delta. The rest of Tennessee may dilute the summer with the shade of mountain trees or rocky-faced roadways or blue-hazed vistas. In Memphis, in the...

What Makes a Good Book?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 29, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. 2 Comments on What Makes a Good Book?

A good book should remind you of another book you really loved. Ellen’s incredible imagination, keen wit, perceptive knowing, and spoofy style is reminiscent of John Kennedy Tooles’ “The Confederacy of Dunces,” as she captures the delightful craziness of small-town Mississippi life. Amazon review It should have values you share. gritty...

Don’t Buy My Book

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 27, 2018. Posted in General. No Comments on Don’t Buy My Book

If you haven’t yet bought TRACKING HAPPINESS: A SOUTHERN CHICKEN ADVENTURE, don’t do it. We’re gonna have another big online push AUGUST 1st (of this year.) That’s this coming WEDNESDAY. Five days away. So hold off ’til then. Why August 1st? I don’t know. It’s right after my sister’s birthday, and...

What IS a Goat-Doping Scandal?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 20, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. No Comments on What IS a Goat-Doping Scandal?

Enjoy this excerpt from TRACKING HAPPINESS: A SOUTHERN CHICKEN ADVENTURE where Lucinda Mae’s amazing train trip is interrupted by a phone call from her mama Rita Rae and her mama’s boyfriend Clyde Higgenbotham. Turns out, back home in Edison, Mississippi, gossip is flying about Lucinda’s poor dead daddy’s role in the local...

A Snake Snob

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 17, 2018. Posted in General. 2 Comments on A Snake Snob

These people live down the way from me. They’re from California. They have a pond in their front yard, and every once in a while a commotion breaks out because they’ve seen a snake around the pond. “It’s a cottonmouth!” they yell, eyes bright. They wouldn’t know a cottonmouth if it jumped up and bit them on the be-hind. I admit it: I’m a snake...

The Bed Rises

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 14, 2018. Posted in General. No Comments on The Bed Rises

Two weeks ago, this bed was fill dirt. Before that, it was a driveway, a leftover scar from Hurricane Katrina. The bare former driveway. I wish I’d taken a shot of the mountain of dirt we had delivered (but not spread) on the empty driveway. It took a lot of shoveling to get the mountain dispersed. The storm, which hit in 2005, decimated...

Ladies in Waiting

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 13, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE. 1 Comment on Ladies in Waiting

At the end of the dock on Ocean Isle Beach, three ladies sit. They are waiting on the moon. Together in their small southern town, they were high school friends, skinny as bean poles all. Waved and curled in the 1940’s style, their group was “It.” Now they’ve spread. Not spread as in, “You gaining weight, or are you just starting to spread?”...

What Makes a Bandwagon so Enticing?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 10, 2018. Posted in General, LOVE, Writing. No Comments on What Makes a Bandwagon so Enticing?

As they said in the 1950s when twin beds gave way to the double, “It is proving VERY popular.” Y’all are buying and reading and sharing photos of your very own copies of TRACKING HAPPINESS: A SOUTHERN CHICKEN ADVENTURE. That tickles me to no end. Your smiling faces, your wonderful support—thank you, thank you! “I personally...

Leg Memories

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 7, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF. 4 Comments on Leg Memories

In 1969, in Jackson, Mississippi, the summer before I entered junior high, I played tennis. I played under the boiling sun. No cloud drifted overhead, no shade cut the heat. In the afternoons, the temperature on the courts hit 110 degrees. I could’ve chosen the cooler Rubico courts where the adults played, but the hard courts with their slick,...

DIY Saturday

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 30, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. No Comments on DIY Saturday

I needed a place to read my Walter Mosley mystery so I put together the porch cot. My summer afternoon Coleman reading cot The last two years, I’ve put together lots of furniture in this house. Some of it was easier than others, like these pieces: My claw foot writing table A canvas sink/champagne holder A sextant lamp Others...