2013 is skidding sideways onto the tarmac, knocking our luggage around a little but bringing us home safe. Each year carries with it the foibles and triumphs of another chronological age. It marks the morphing of four more seasons and brings reflection on the times that have shaped my life for those 526,600 minutes.
As I had been advised, it was the middle of the month, middle of the week, and after 2 p.m. when I stepped into the lobby of the Jefferson County Courthouse. To my right was the scanner like they have at the airport, and as the courtly, elderly gentleman took my briefcase, I wondered why everyone complained about this place; it seemed to me to be a beacon of calm policy and order.
Alison Page was a dance kid. Raised in the South, her mother ran her through the typical litany of extracurricular activities: ice skating, gymnastics, piano, horseback riding… soccer ended with her furiously asking her mother why they just wouldn’t give her the ball, and at tennis she would pirouette with every backhand. Alison, it appeared, was born to dance.
If what we said mattered as much as what we did, we would all edit. by Cherri Ellis Remember when Facebook was just Facebook? When you used it to share the occasional witty observation, or pictures of a certain group of people to a certain group of people? Now I log on (which I do… Read More
Every soup needs a good stir now and then. by Cherri Ellis Platters are such festive and hopeful objects. That is why I collect them. My friend Kathy gave me one for my birthday that was huge and square and glossy black with abstract cherries painted across it. When your name is Cherri, you will… Read More
Tomorrow’s answers for today’s questions. By Cheri Ellis There was a boy I knew in college named Blaine. I met him the year I transferred to Wright State from Denison University, a tiny private college where I had a partial theater scholarship, the remainder of which wasn’t paid off till I was 31 years old…. Read More
Whether it’s a Christmas Eve construction project or a second job to make college a reality, great dads do what it takes. by Cherri Ellis Twenty-one years ago, while driving to Brookwood Hospital to have my daughter, it was very peaceful in the car. Since she was a frank breach baby, there was none of… Read More
Dance like no one is watching (except they are). by Cherri Ellis Quite recently, I had an epiphany on my sofa. It had been a particularly grueling workday, and I was slabbed on the couch in a way that required zero effort to support my own body weight. My empty dinner plate was on the… Read More
You are what you eat. by Cherri Ellis Of all the relationships in your life, your relationship with food will last the longest. If you live to the age of 100, I doubt you’ll be having sex, and your tennis game will be off, but you will still eat. Our bodies are built to require… Read More
Farewell to our Snow Angel. by Cherri Ellis The first time I laid eyes on Snow Angel, she was a miniscule, solid white kitten with enormous blue eyes. She was seated in my husband’s outstretched palm and wearing a Santa hat to ridiculously cute effect. My 12-year-old daughter had plucked her from the confines of… Read More
Now that is a vacation. by Cherri Ellis The funny thing about writing for a magazine: I am always projecting myself into the future or the past. If I’m not dredging up some memory for re-evaluation, I’m trying to make a deadline for an issue that will hit the stands the following month. That explains… Read More