Cherri Ellis


The Prom Queen of the Gregorian Calendar

Of all 12 of them, December is the best month. While we’ve been staring at holiday decorations since Halloween, they are now legitimate. Everywhere your gaze falls, there is some statement of celebration.

Have Your Thanksgiving

Imagine hosting a Thanksgiving with the classic menu of turkey, gravy, potatoes, green bean casserole, rolls, and cranberry sauce. If you have four guests, their diets could be gluten-free, vegan, low carb, or Paleo. There is not one single dish of the classic Thanksgiving menu that would be on everybody’s plate, and the gravy isn’t on anyone’s.

Road Warrior

I recently had the experience of taking two trips without a cell phone, which was surreal. No cell service is bad enough, but no actual phone? I honestly didn’t know what to do with my hands.

Breathe Easy

Jeri was always a little bit of a hypochondriac. That is why she didn’t tell even her husband when she took their 2-year-old son, Jerod, to the pediatrician to be tested for cystic fibrosis.

You Can Go Home Again

This week I returned from five days in my hometown, the warm and cheerful Centerville, Ohio. (We always refer to it that way, since that is what is on the wooden welcome sign at the edge of town.)

Sacred Objects

I had been putting off cleaning out the guest bedroom walk-in closet for so long that moving out was beginning to seem like a viable alternative.

Where the Green Grass Grows

In Bessemer, Alabama, four and a half miles off Highway 459 at Exit 1, there is a plot of land that is oddly untouched by time. This is Camp Fletcher, and it is here today because a young black woman named Pauline Fletcher just wouldn’t listen.

Instant Connections

Have you ever met someone who had a level of familiarity that belies the length of time you have known him or her? That is what it was like to meet Sol.

The Stresses of Tresses

By the third day, the situation was grave. I knew when I left the salon there was potential trouble, but I passed it off as a styling error. I had indeed asked for a blunt cut, but then the dear man had blown the ends under into shocking uniformity.

Here In My Car

I love to drive my car. I do not love to drive it when there are other people in it, as I find their jittery feedback annoying. But when I am alone, I am in my sanctuary, my office, my panic room, my carriage.

Reclaiming Beauty

As we walk around all day—whether or not we are conversing with others—there is a constant internal dialogue going on. Frequently with females, it involves noting some imperfection about themselves.