Cheryl’s Blog

Neighborhood holiday lights are sparkling and candles are flickering in the windows of the houses in our small town. The Christmas tree farm across the lake is lined with cars filled with families waiting…
I’m 24 years-old standing in a bathroom no bigger than a linen closet, staring at my bloodshot eyes in a mirror. I’m at work, crying over a breakup I was sure I’d never survive, trying to pull myself…
The midday sun is casting light beams over my living room as I sit at my computer tapping life into this blog. The last golden leaves of the oak trees in our backyard are floating by the window while Berty…
Last week I spent several days in a recording studio crafting a new audio project for Sounds True called, Self Care for the Wisdom Years. I loved my time in the studio. And I hated it. Driving into the…
The wind was howling and the rain blew sideways like sheets of frosty glass that made it hard to see beyond the windshield. We were on our way to get a foot massage, a cozy suggestion made by Michael given…
I returned late last night from our first “Self Care by the Sea” retreat in two years. We had a wonderful group of men and women who joined me in looking at the mystery and magic of midlife. While…