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Do You Know New Orleans?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 9, 2015. Posted in General, LOVE, Writing. 2 Comments on Do You Know New Orleans?

Do you know the French Quarter? St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square Do you know it more than Mardis Gras Day? Learning Learning more Learning still Do you know it as a literary place? Faulkner House Books Pirate’s Alley where William Faulkner lived and wrote The city of Tennessee Williams and John Kennedy O’Toole What...

Will the Gator Make It into the Novel?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 5, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. No Comments on Will the Gator Make It into the Novel?

I want you to see Jean Lafitte National Historical Park and Preserve in Barataria Basin where we went researching for the novel revision. headed out my husband in the shadows Cypress trees That’s a little alligator overhead Cypress knees, which act as buttresses Spanish moss

Laissez le bon temps rouler

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 3, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. 6 Comments on Laissez le bon temps rouler

We leave New Orleans in a week. We’ve spent a lot of time here this year as I’ve gone through two (yikes!) hip replacements. To say our time hasn’t been optimized for fun is an understatement. But last week I was released from outpatient therapy, and it was as if the PT had yelled, “Ready, set, go!” We’ve taken...

Making Paper

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 1, 2015. Posted in General, Writing. 2 Comments on Making Paper

You start with scrap paper. In my limited experience, you must be very intentional or scrap paper will turn out grey. So I focused on bright yellow papers and collected the gold foil off Hershey candies. In the service of my latest adventure, I ate a lot of Hershey candies. I’m such a selfless person! I ripped the paper into shreds, whereupon...

Options for the Like Button

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 30, 2015. Posted in General. 3 Comments on Options for the Like Button

I’m with Joanne on this! https://topofjcsmind.wordpress.com/2015/07/23/i-feel-for-you/

It’s Loopy, What Can I Say?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 19, 2015. Posted in General. 11 Comments on It’s Loopy, What Can I Say?

You wanna laugh? Come to the website and listen to the new Front Porch Moment Audiovine. Click on my picture where it says “Click on Ellen” (yes, I tried to make this easy). It’s short (4 seconds?) and it loops—duh, it’s a vine, in audio. That’s what makes it funny. The repetition. Again. And again. And . . . Kinda...

The Moment

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 7, 2015. Posted in General. No Comments on The Moment

The shade on our living room window diffuses the light. When the sun’s going down, the room glows golden. A blue turquoise Christmas tree from Target sits on the window sill—the apartment is decorated in white and black and turquoise. I left the tree up after Christmas as a spot of color. Backlit by the sun, framed by the skyline of New...

You’re Reading the Work!

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 29, 2015. Posted in General. 6 Comments on You’re Reading the Work!

When I check my stats and folks have been reading my work, I just love that. When one of my blog posts leads folks to read my work, I double love that. If I post about the death of Daddy Joe, and you mosey over to read “The Old Timers” because it’s under the category of Grief, that’s so cool. Yes, it’s kind of fun...

A Fine Line

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on April 20, 2015. Posted in General. 8 Comments on A Fine Line

I’m walking a fine line here. Let’s set aside for the moment the fact that I’m glad to be walking any kind of line these days. Let’s focus on the fine line. The one that exists between surgeries. One hip done. One to go. What do we now know? * Don’t do a hip surgery without zippered shoes or velcroed shoes or something...

The Body in Conversation

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on January 22, 2015. Posted in General, GRIEF. 18 Comments on The Body in Conversation

My body is aghast at what I’ve done to it. Open-mouthed, slack-jawed, incredulous. Like the time in the 11th grade when I was playing powder puff (Ha!) football for the Keyettes. I was standing there minding my own business when wham! I was knocked senseless onto the ground. I struggled upright to see the grinning face of a girl on the...