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The Pairing

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 25, 2013. Posted in General. 3 Comments on The Pairing

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Pause and Acknowledge

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 24, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on Pause and Acknowledge

“Oh, this will be fun,” I thought. That’s the way it always starts: “You know what would be fun?” In December of last year, I had my first tutorial with Preston about podcasting. Since then I’ve recorded the stories; he engineered them. I selected a photo; he created a logo. I set up this blog; he taught me how...

re-posting:

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 22, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on re-posting:

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A Dying Man Walks into a Bar . . .

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 22, 2013. Posted in General. 9 Comments on A Dying Man Walks into a Bar . . .

When I look back on my daddy’s passing from this earth, I see the deeply funny moments – like when my sister suggested we offer Daddy the comfort of his beloved Episcopal liturgy. It was a brilliant idea: we would recite the words he’d heard every Sunday of his life since approximately 1971. How soothing to hear the well-known phrases,...

The Cha-Cha: 1 step back for 2 steps forward

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 19, 2013. Posted in General. No Comments on The Cha-Cha: 1 step back for 2 steps forward

We are in a re-beginning. The roll-out of stories, interrupted by my daddy’s death and the grief that followed, is re-starting. To get back in the groove, we’re re-turning to the last aired story, “A Trip to the Lawyer.” It’s one of the shortest, 8 or so minutes. That’s a good thing when you’re re-warming...

Editing on the Moon

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 18, 2013. Posted in General. 4 Comments on Editing on the Moon

I gave the words a last once-over, focusing on the new scenes designed to make the novel vibrate. Scrolling, I called it finished and exported the Apple Pages document to a Word document. Hitting “Send,” I sailed Train Trip: Lucinda Mae’s Quest for Love, Honor and the Chickens to the editor. The editor, who lives in the Pacific...

The Gap

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 7, 2013. Posted in General. 3 Comments on The Gap

In case you’re wondering about my audio stories I’ve been thrown off track. My daddy died. It punctured my balloon. I’m about to breathe and rise again.

Shoulder Season

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 25, 2013. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Shoulder Season

They call it the shoulder season: that time in September when the rental houses are cleaned up and closed out, when the striped tents disappear from the sand, when the gate to the pier creaks on it hinges. The sky still shines blue, the ocean water still laps warm. But the little kids who once hopped like sand fleas across the beach are gone,...

Angels on the Train

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 23, 2013. Posted in General. 3 Comments on Angels on the Train

We were many. An overflowing, summer-stuffed, unpracticed group. Even those of us who weren’t novice train-goers were intimidated by the crowd, made nervous by the excess: would I really have a seat? He was kind, the conductor who did not view his job as an opportunity to inflict minor cruelty on those more ignorant—and dependent—than he....

Not Feeling Smiling or Friendly

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 21, 2013. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Not Feeling Smiling or Friendly

Exiting the Office Depot, I saw a sign: “Now Hiring Smiling, Friendly People.” I wondered if I would pass the “Smiling, Friendly” test. I debated this on my way to the car. Talking out loud, to myself. “You flunk!” my examiner shouted. “Smiling, friendly people don’t talk to themselves. They have...