Cheryl’s Blog

It’s a cold, raw day here in Massachusetts with a blustery wind blowing leaves across the yard and clouds so low they nearly touch the ground.  I woke early, pulled the comforter up to my neck, and…
I’m sitting in a hotel room off the coast of Maine staring at a steel blue sea.  Lazy ships slide along the horizon as white ducks, closer to the shore, dive in and out of frosty waves.  This view is my idea...
I’m happy to let you know that a revised and updated edition of The Art of Extreme Self Care: 12 Practical and Inspiring Ways to Love Yourself More is now available wherever books are sold.  And,…
It was a raw, rainy day and I woke filled with dread at the thought of commuting into Boston for a morning meeting.  After getting dressed and making a cup of tea for the road, I made my way to the garage,…
I’m in York, Maine, finishing our retreat, so this week’s newsletter is a replay (when our cat Poupon was still alive). Please give the exercise I write about a try! By the way, our next retreat…
My friend Bruce is a great guy – smart, funny, and someone who always knows just what to say when you need a friend.  We met years ago when I was a guest on a popular radio show he produced in Boston. …