Cheryl Charles

Today I’m writing a love letter to my favorite buddy. She won’t be able to read it, although she may

This past weekend my daughter and I went to the movies. We walked into the semi-darkened theater, and as we

Last week I had to report to the Superior Court of Suffolk County. That’s across City Hall Square in downtown

I woke up this morning and looked at the familiar brown face in the mirror. It’s older than it was

I still have the same phone number I did when I first moved to Boston in 1985. Since I stayed

The feel-good story of the century has to be billionaire Robert F. Smith’s pledge to pay off the student loans

A few years and a couple of cars ago, my horn stopped working. Who knew that a car horn works

Can we please, just stop being stupid? It seems in the past few years, given two choices between wise discernment

When I was a Sunday School teacher a few years ago, I posed this scenario to my students, who were

Apparently, when celebrity and stardom walk in the door, boundaries, red flags, screaming alarm bells, and common sense make a

Could there be a more angst-ridden, anxiety-producing, made-up holiday than Valentine’s Day? We’ve barely snatched up the last of the

So, it’s the third day of the new year, and people are undoubtedly still asking about your resolutions. And we’ve

Time marches on. It heals all wounds — and wounds all heels. But the one thing time does not do