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What IS a Goat-Doping Scandal?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 20, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. Leave a Comment

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...

Ladies in Waiting

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

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?”...

Leg Memories

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

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,...

Spilling Forth Your Talents

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 5, 2018. Posted in FASHION, GOD, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, Racism to Reconciliation, Writing. Leave a Comment

I’m working on it, I promise!!! (Photographed at The Buttercup, Bay St. Louis, Mississippi)

DIY Saturday

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 30, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. Leave a Comment

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...

Want Me to Magically Sign Your Book?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 27, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. 2 Comments

Have I told you about the time I was at a book launch for my beloved mentor Rebecca McClanahan where I found myself seated on a sofa and a woman with the most pronounced South Carolina low country drawl I’d ever heard leaned over and said, “My huzzzz-band wrote Riiiiising Tide,” and I realized the man seated next to me was John Barry, the author...

Happiness is Coming Soon (Like, really soon)

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 20, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. 8 Comments

For all of you who’ve been following my tortuous path to publishing a novel, I am pleased to announce that TRACKING HAPPINESS: A SOUTHERN CHICKEN ADVENTURE will be released this coming Tuesday, June 26. Full and exciting instructions on how to purchase it will be posted right here on this very blog on Monday. Love to you all, ellen RELEASE...

The Tooting Trolley

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 10, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF. 2 Comments

At the foot of the Mud Island bridge runs a trolley. The trolley is painted a happy yellow and green. It toots across the street like a toy. But every day, when the trolley is approaching and the caution arm descending, people veer around the arm and scoot cross the track. This is the level of our collective sophistication: trying to “beat the...

TRACKING HAPPINESS: Cover Reveal

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 16, 2018. Posted in GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. 13 Comments

Here it is. The cover for TRACKING HAPPINESS: A SOUTHERN CHICKEN ADVENTURE. I love this cover. My sister Elli shot the photo—yep, she’s a professional photographer. That’s Goldie the Chicken as the chicken cover model. For the record, I am walking down abandoned railroad tracks. I wasn’t going to get hit by an oncoming train....

Activists Weren’t Born that Way

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 24, 2018. Posted in General, GRIEF, Racism to Reconciliation. 4 Comments

When I wear my Black Lives Matter t-shirt, I’m self-conscious at first then I forget about it until a middle-aged white man keeps staring or a woman my age stares and looks away and stares back to make sure she’s seen what she thinks she’s seen. And then I feel a bottomless well of pride for the activists who speak up and walk...