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The Fog

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on March 18, 2018. Posted in GRIEF, LOVE. 10 Comments

They are elderly and beloved. They drove from Jackson to the coast, as we once did when I was a child. When they arrived, we piled into the car and toured, the way folks once piled into automobiles and went motoring when that was considered the thing to do. We laughed and remembered days that stretched back to when they were children. Some of...

After a Year, Enough

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 10, 2017. Posted in FASHION, GOD, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, Racism to Reconciliation, Writing. 11 Comments

I have lived in shock for a year. I could not believe that a man who put himself at the center of the universe and tore down everyone around him in the ugliest manner possible had been elevated to the presidency. The vote of my fellow and sister Americans sanctioning his behavior felt like gaslighting, an attempt to convince me that all I saw...

Cherry Bomb, St. Mary of Egypt, and Redemption

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on December 7, 2017. Posted in General, GOD, GRIEF, HOMELESSNESS, LOVE, Writing. 5 Comments

At one point in my life when I was struggling with betrayal, I went to my Episcopal priest for advice. He suggested that during this difficult time, I might find it easier to pray to Mother Mary. I followed his suggestion, and thus began a lifelong relationship with the mother of God. CHERRY BOMB takes this concept and expands it to a near-magical...

Recording Under a Train

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 25, 2017. Posted in General, GRIEF, Writing. 8 Comments

Recording this TRACKING HAPPINESS novel is about to do me in. The final take is almost in the can (is that an appropriate phrase for a recorded novel?) I’m laying in bed, worn out. I’ve recorded the durn thing three times. On the first take, the quality sucked. I hadn’t yet found the Amazing Black Box that Eats Ambient Noise...

Almost Paradise by Corabel Shofner

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on September 15, 2017. Posted in GRIEF, LOVE, Writing. 8 Comments

A friend recently said she has read Young Adult novels all her life. When another friend asked why, she said, “I find them more honest.” When I return to Memphis, I am carrying with me in the trunk of my car as a gift to my friend the novel, Almost Paradise, by Corabel Shofner. It makes me smile to think I will have introduced my friend to Ruby...

I Live in a Post-Katrina World

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on June 15, 2017. Posted in General, GRIEF. 2 Comments

When I was a child, one of my favorite places at my grandparent’s farm was the hill above the big lake. There, a square of concrete hid beneath the pasture grass. In the springtime, yellow and white daffodils pushed through the grass and bloomed in swaying clumps. Someone had planted the flowers; they spilled down the hill. We children...

My Patriotism, Who Knew?

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 6, 2016. Posted in General, GRIEF, LAWYER, LOVE. 2 Comments

For almost a week now, creeping unbidden into my brain is the image of me early voting. I keep seeing me walking across the voting precinct floor. I pause, touching the arm of the poll worker who is leading me to my machine. He is older, African American, and he pauses too. “I feel like I did when I voted for President Obama,” I tell...

My Choice, One Way or Another

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 2, 2016. Posted in General, GRIEF. 5 Comments

For some of you this might be too much information, but for too long we haven’t shared then complained when others don’t understand. So here goes: During the abortion wars of my youth (and by “youth” I mean when I was in my 30s) when the airwaves were filled with demands to ban abortion even in the case of rape or incest,...

Hard Truths I’ve (Recently) Learned

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 29, 2016. Posted in General, GRIEF. 8 Comments

1: You don’t get Fitbit steps by wearing walking shoes. 2: The heat index is real. 3: Toilet paper doesn’t buy itself. 4: The dog likes me best when I’m giving her a treat. 5: When I say “I don’t want to do anything today,” I mean, “I only want to do what I want to do today.” 6: I spend most days not doing what I want. 7: Doing what I want is...

The Unvarnished Truth

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on August 19, 2016. Posted in GRIEF, LOVE. 14 Comments

I was in the eighth grade. We had recently moved to North Carolina where we met our new Van Hecke family. One branch of the family lived in Charlotte, the same city we did. That was Daddy’s younger brother Merwin, his wife Faye, and the kids, Kelley, Michael, and Charlie. My sister and I had played in their yard; they’d visited our...