Welcome. I’m really glad you’re here.
This space was born out of years in the massage room—a place where people often say the truest, strangest, funniest, and most tender things of their lives without meaning to. When the body finally rests, something else often exhales too.
Oil and Wine is a home for those moments.
These are stories from the table—not told to expose anyone, but to honor what happens when people feel safe. Names are changed. Details are softened. What remains is the human truth underneath: grief, humor, confession, relief, surprise… and sometimes something quietly sacred.
This is not a place for gossip or fixing.It’s a place for noticing. You’re welcome to read quietly.You’re welcome to comment or reflect.You’re welcome to simply sit with a story and let it land. If this space feels gentle, curious, and a little mysterious to you—you’re in the right place.
Take a breath. Pull up a chair. We’ll begin slowly.
— Cheryl