Cheryl’s Blog

I awoke Thanksgiving morning to the sound of wind-swept rain splashing against the bedroom window. As I made my way to the bathroom, I noticed that the field in our backyard was blanketed by dense fog,…
There’s a memory I hang onto when times are hard and I find it difficult to feel grateful. I’m 24 years old standing in a bathroom no bigger than a linen closet, staring at my bloodshot eyes in…
For more years than I care to remember, I’ve celebrated my birthday by making a list of ten intentions for the upcoming year. It was a ritual inspired by my friend Jules back in my early twenties. Once…
On Thursday afternoon, after a full day of calls and zoom meetings, I pulled on my sneakers and set out for a sunset walk in the neighborhood. I came to the reservoir near our home and stopped to talk…
It was 5 o’clock and I’d just completed a long day of work when my friend Beth texted to see if I was interested in going for a walk. It was raining outside. Pouring, actually. And it was getting dark. As…
I woke up this morning to a cloudy, gloomy day and pulled the covers back over my head. I’d much rather stay here, I thought to myself as I searched my mind for remnants of dreams that visited during…