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Grow a Brain

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 1, 2016. Posted in General, LOVE. 13 Comments on Grow a Brain

One year at Christmas I took home a brain. On the drive up, we had stopped at a Cracker Barrel and amongst the clutter of all that Made in China crap, I found a brain kit. (This is a true story). The brain kit fit my budget—less than five bucks—and the checkout line was short enough to justify the wait, so I forked over my money and bought...

A New Blog by a New Writerly Friend

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 28, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. 4 Comments on A New Blog by a New Writerly Friend

When I became self-hosted my reblogging abilities diminished, but I want to share a link to a new blog begun by a writer I recently met. She combines images and words. Her poetry fits my definition of a good poem, which is when I don’t know what the next word will be. Scroll through her entries and enjoy....

St Jude Road Warriors

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 5, 2015. Posted in General, LOVE. 10 Comments on St Jude Road Warriors

For 15 years, we’ve avoided the St. Jude Marathon. With over 20,000 people running to end childhood cancer, the race clogs the Memphis streets. More than once my husband and I’ve been trapped by the blocked roads and orange cones, no way out. This morning, of all things, we joined the throngs. Having a friend whose child is...

A Different Kind of Christmas

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 30, 2015. Posted in General. 14 Comments on A Different Kind of Christmas

I am slow, behind. Your blog posts are going unread. My head reels with thoughts of sofas and chairs and what to do with the table in the kitchen? I am furnishing an entire beach house in my head (and on Pinterest). When these sortings graciously step aside for a moment, Jazzy and the Pirate rushes in, insisting on being finished....

Barataria Hauntings

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 18, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. 2 Comments on Barataria Hauntings

Barataria Imagine yourself on a flat-bottomed boat gliding through the Louisiana swamps of Barataria when you bump a log. Feathering the paddle against the sides of the pirogue, you slow and steer yourself towards the gap in the moss-draped oaks. A rasping causes you to pause. Wrong move. A claw shoots from the murky water, grasping the...

Making paper from sea oats

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 17, 2015. Posted in General. 7 Comments on Making paper from sea oats

We begin with sea oats collected from the sandy beach: Sea oats from Ocean Isle Beach which we cut up and boil for a couple of hours then let stand in the pot for several days, soaking. Next we add some dryer lint Dryer lint to provide a binding agent–I made up this step because the fibers seemed coarse and might not hold together...

I’m Back!

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 9, 2015. Posted in General. 5 Comments on I’m Back!

Whew. My computer has been dead for almost two weeks!!! My fault. When we made a whirlwind trip to Memphis, I left my charger there. Then I did meticulous research on the charger I needed . . . and ordered the wrong one. After a quick trip to the Apple Store, I unpacked the charger sitting in the mall version of Cafe Du Monde, not trusting...

Oh, my gosh—they’re listening

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 12, 2015. Posted in General, GOD. 8 Comments on Oh, my gosh—they’re listening

I’m quoted. In a book. By a “thought leader.” A woman with a Doctorate in Transformational Leadership, Dr. Deborah Koehn Loyd. The quote appears in her new book, Your Vocational Credo: Practical Steps to Discover Your Unique Purpose. Dr. Loyd was kind enough to send me a copy of the book. It arrived in the mail last...

Traversing the Island

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 20, 2015. Posted in General. 12 Comments on Traversing the Island

For over 40 years, my family has been going to Ocean Isle Beach, North Carolina. Last week, for the first time, I traversed its length. My goal, since my hip surgeries, had been to walk to the east end of the island where the beachfront road gives way from 1st Street to 2nd Street to 3rd street, the streets victims of erosion, a traditional...