Dec. 20 Sheryl Roush Book Signing Event at Borders

Book Signing Events| No Comments »

Dec. 20 Sheryl Roush Book Signing Event at Borders

Heart Book Series Contributors
Signing & Reading Event


Sheryl Roush and contributors to the Heart of a Woman, Heart of a Woman in Business, Heart of a Mother, Heart of the Holidays and  Corazón de Mujer books will be autographing copies on Saturday, December 20 from 2:00-6:00pm at BORDERS bookstore in Eastlake of Chula Vista, San Diego County, California.

More than a book signing, contributors will READ THEIR original STORY or POEM to shoppers! Contributors present will include: Helen Blanchard, Dharlene Fahl-BrittianConsuelo Sanchez, Adria Manary, Eldonna Lewis-Fernandez, Elisa Castaneda, Lanie Adamson, Lyn White, Michelle Burkart, Morgana Rae, Effie Horning, Michelle Weisser, and Sheryl’s mother Beverly Roush,
joining series originator Sheryl Roush from San Diego. The group will be celebrating with dinner locally following the book signing event.

COME MEET THESE AUTHORS and have your books personally autographed!

Perfect for Holidays gifts!

Eastlake Chula Vista

878 Eastlake Parkway
Chula Vista, CA 91914
Store Phone: 619.482.9883

Women to Lead the Way

Heart of a Woman in Business| No Comments »

Women to Lead the Way
Characteristics of Women Managers

Even though equality in the workplace has been around for many years now, in some of the larger firms, mid-level and executive management positions are still doled out to members of the “good-ol’-boys” club.  Women have had to overcome the stigma to even be recognized for their accomplishments, to earn the right to compete for these positions.  Once there, they possess and offer what no man can.

Newer thinking firms embrace women in management positions and acknowledge they bring compassion, nurturing, and determination to the table. Compassion underlies the understanding that both the firm’s employees and its clients are human beings first and an “entity,” second. Nurturing is that innate mothering instinct that helps ensure that everyone is encouraged to do their best, they are taught to be independent, and provide a working environment that is conducive to both the employee and the firm. Determination means that she will stop at nothing to protect what is hers, with the veracity and ferociousness of a mother tiger, but with tenderness to encourage those in her care to prosper and be productive. 

The "good-ol’-boys" will always be part of the "good-ol’-boys" club, but firms wanting to move ahead in today’s market will look at women to lead the way.

– Linda Ulrich

Story: The Woman in Me, by Miguel Angel

Corazón de Mujer, Share Your Story| 1 Comment »

The Woman in Me
by Miguel Angel

My mother’s pride
Was in her hands
The piano was her soul
I watched in wonder
As she played show tunes
Miles off from Rock & Roll
What she loved she taught me
Now music’s what I do
And often when I am writing
In my hands
She’s there too

If I sing, you are the music
If I thrive, you are why I’m good
If my hands can find some magic
You are the one who said they could
When the child who’s still inside me
Finds a song in empty air
When there is joy in making music
It is you who put it there.

I had heard this song several times before and I remember focusing on the bridge, which is the second set of stanzas. I assumed the song to have a romantic overtone and being directed towards a lover. It wasn’t until recently that I actually listened to the lyrics and realized it was directed to a mother; and while listening a tear peeked in my eyes.

No, my mother didn’t play piano or any instrument for that matter—neither do I—and she didn’t need to. There were so many other things she did…and did well.

I vividly remember seeing her for the last time, and I recall how much I cried at the certainty I was not going to see her alive again. I also remember clearly the words a friend offered to help me deal with such a heart-wrenching moment.

“When we pass, we don’t just disappear into nothing. We simply become more a part of those we leave behind. Your mother will always be a part of you,” he said that evening over dinner at a fancy restaurant overlooking beautiful Acapulco Bay.
When I was a child, I am embarrassed to admit, I don’t believe I appreciated my mother. How could I? I was a child and therefore the world had relevance only in reference to me. My mother was not a human being with feelings and needs then. She was there to provide me with care, love, and attention. No more and no less.

I remember however, in my earlier years, thinking of both my parents as these giant, all-powerful, all-capable people. I admired the fact that both of them had no formal education—my mother barely finished second grade and my father third. They, nonetheless, had a great sense of what was proper and right, and their common sense and set of values was admirable.

My mother was quite the disciplinarian. Being the one who stayed with us all day, she was the one who laid the law and enforced it in the house. But that is not to say that she was harsh; quite the opposite, she was able to remain loving in spite of having to deal with 5 children all day long. I do not know how she did it. All I know is that mothers like mine should automatically qualify for sainthood.
I remember some hot nights in Acapulco, when I was about 4 years old, in which I would wake up unable to sleep because of the heat. My mother would take me outside and give me a bath under a sky laden with stars telling me stories prompted by the endless questions I had about everything around me. I remember her telling me once that when people were no longer with us (she was smart enough to know not to use the word ‘die,’ God only knows what line of questioning would have ensued) they became the stars we saw above.

We also had cooler nights, and I remember waking up because my blanket had slipped off and I was cold. As if I had summoned powers beyond me, two hands like butterflies would grab the edge of the blanket and cover me gently, at the same time that rose-petaled lips would kiss my forehead and tell me everything was OK.

When I had a project in school, something for which we needed our parents help, I would be all worried when, before going to bed, I would realize I had not done it. My mother would tell me not to worry and, the next day, things would be miraculously materialized before my eyes.
I remember how she told each one of her children separately we were the one she loved the most. She also told us not to share that with our siblings. Her voice could be thunderous when she had to, but for the most part she was soft and tender. I loved the way she call me ‘papa’ or ‘mi rey,’ which means my king. I have many memories of her willingness to help others, her inability to refrain from giving, and her capacity for being caring.

I remember how beautiful I found her even on a ‘bad hair day.’ I remember how simple she was, how unsophisticated, and how humble. Although the latter is something I didn’t get from her, I was fascinated about how much I looked like her in my teens when I tied a scarf over my head and around my chin. That was until I started growing facial hair though.
I imagine how challenging it must have been for someone from our culture and with her level of education to deal with having a gay child and yet I can’t find a single instance in which she made me feel I was less of a child of hers because of that. As it is common for our culture, my sexuality was not something we spoke about openly, but there was always the uttermost respect for who I was and I always knew myself to be loved as much as my brothers and sisters.
In my later teens I suddenly grew to appreciate the woman who game me the gift of life, and I remember how we would joke and tease each other. “You should have stopped having children after you had me,” I would say to her.
“I should have stopped having children right before you,” she would be quick to reply.
See all this gray hair on my head?” She would say, “You gave it all to me!”
My mom grew old
Her hands grew numb
Now she cannot play
I came to visit
She sat and asked me
How it could be this way
I couldn’t find an answer
I played this tune for her instead
My mother sat there, smiling
For she knew what it said

When she grew sick with cancer, she kept most details about her illness from her children, especially those of us who were away, in order not to worry us. I was fortunate enough to be able to see her 3 months before she died ten years ago, as I was fortunate to spend a few weeks caring for her and pampering her exactly the way she deserved. She would not take that easily though. She still wanted to be the mother and she wanted to get up and cook and make me feel like everything was normal, like she was still the mother and I was her child. I would hide from her and cry because I found it so unfair for her life to end that way and because there was only so much I could do about it.
If I sing, you are the music
If I love, you taught me how
Every day your heart is beating
In the woman I am now
If my ears are tuned to wonder
If when I reach the cords are there
If there is joy in making music
It’s a joy that you put there

It is true; I am blessed to have known for a few years now, that when we pass we don’t just disappear. We simply become a part of those we leave behind.

There is a wonderful woman in me and it has nothing to do with my sexuality or my flair for feather boas and high heels.
I get to experience that woman all the time, when I feel successful and accomplished, when I feel capable and proud of what I have done, when I experience myself as a caring, giving member of the human race, when I am able to extend a hand to someone who is in need, and most especially, when I get to be nurturing and loving.
I have 3 children in my life now—Jesse, Aiden, and Liam—who remind me of my own childhood and my mother almost every day. When I read to them before they go to bed, it is my mother’s voice I hear; and when I go into their rooms to cover them, it is those butterflies of my mother’s hands which grab the blanket; and when I kiss them in their sweet foreheads, it is my mother’s rose-petaled lips which kiss them.

I often talk to them and called them ‘papa’ or ‘mi rey,’ and when they make me laugh I hear my mother’s joyful peal of laughter ringing in my ears.
And even though I never told you
It took time until I could see
That if I sing, you are the music
And you always sing with me
Yes, you are always there in me.

To the woman in me, the music in my life, my mother, Sylvia.
When I look to the night sky you are the brightest star in the firmament. May you always live in me!
With Love,
Miguel Angel, (Your favorite child)

May 5, 2008 Book Signing at Borders Mesa, Arizona

Book Signing Events, Book Signings, Corazón de Mujer, Heart of a Mother, Heart of a Woman, Heart of the Holidays, Mother's Day 2008 Book Signings| No Comments »

May 5, 2008 Book Signing at Borders Mesa, Arizona

Superstition Springs Center

Sheryl Roush professional speaker and author of the series including Heart of a Woman, Heart of a Mother, Heart of the Holidays and brand new  Corazón de Mujer books will be autographing copies on Monday, May 5 from 2:00-4:00pm at BORDERS in Superstition Springs.

Joining Sheryl is book contributor and speaking colleague Lynn Pierce, co-author of 5 books including the #1 Best Selling, Wake-up…Live the Life You Love. Lynn’s new book is Breakthrough to Success: 19 Keys to Mastering Every Area of Your Life. Known as the Success Architect, just tell Lynn what the life of your dreams looks like and she’ll create the blueprint to get you there. She shows you how you can be wildly successful living life your way and fitting your
business into your life rather than the other way around. 

COME MEET THESE AUTHORS and have your books personally autographed!

Perfect for Mother’s Day gifts!

Superstition Springs Center

6555 E. Southern Ave.
Mesa, AZ 85206
Phone: 480.854.1952


May 4, 2008 Book Signing at Borders Glendale, Arizona

Book Signing Events, Book Signings, Corazón de Mujer, Heart of a Mother, Heart of a Woman, Heart of the Holidays| No Comments »

May 4, 2008 Book Signing at Borders Glendale, Arizona


Sheryl Roush , professional speaker, will be autographing copies of her series books including Heart of a Woman, Heart of a Mother, Heart of the Holidays and brand new  Corazón de Mujer  on Friday, May 4 from 4:00-6:00pm at BORDERS bookstore  at 73rd and West Bell.


Joining Sheryl is National Speakers Association colleague and Phoenix resident Marcia Reynolds, PsyD, contributing author to Corazón de Mujer, Heart of a Woman, and Heart of the Holidays

Author of Outsmart Your Brain, excerpts from her interviews and her book have appeared in Fortune Magazine, Investors Business Daily, Harvard Communications Newsletter, Cosmopolitan, Christian Science Monitor, Family Circle, American Way Magazine, The Los Angeles Times and The New York Times and she has appeared on ABC World News, National Public Radio, and Japan Nightly News.

COME MEET THESE AUTHORS and have your books personally autographed!

Perfect for Mother’s Day gifts!

7320 West Bell
Glendale, AZ 85308
Phone: 623.487.9110

Located at the northeast corner of Bell Road and 75th Avenue in Glendale, next to Toys R Us and Sports Authority.

Feminine Power Card Deck of Women’s Wisdom

Heart of a Mother, Heart of a Woman, Tips & Trivia| No Comments »

Feminine Power Card Deck of Women’s Wisdom

Ever get "stuck" and need some instant guidance?

Heart of a Woman book contributor, Laura Rubinstein, Master Leadership Coach and Certified Hypnotherapist, has published her feminine wisdom in a deck called Feminine Power Cards as a valuable resource for those times when you need answers, you’re unsure where to turn and your mind keeps going round and round.

Each card has a gentle reminder, question or process for tapping deeper into your own authentic core. You will be able to uncover your truth, shift your energy and align yourself to attract your highest intentions.
“I love these cards. They are like having your own relationship coach in your pocket.” 
– John Gray, PhD, author of Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus

The deck contains 54 beautifully marbled cards and comes packaged in an elegant pink organza bag. Perfect for taking along to your next lunch with a girlfriend. Host a party and play games. The "Ways to Play" e-book is also included. Go to <>

Valentine’s Messages

Heart of a Mother, Heart of a Woman, Tips & Trivia, Valentine's Day| No Comments »

Valentine’s Messages

Give with your whole heart, even if your judgment is we are not getting enough in return. Our struggle is to not take everything personally (that’s ego). When we do our part, the energy comes back to us – always. If not from the receiver, than from someone else. Positive seeds produce positive fruits. This is an immutable law. And remember, sharing is not only a physical thing. Making room in your heart for others and acknowledging that you are not the only person in the world who wants to be fulfilled, can be the best gift to give to your loved ones – and to yourself.

– Yehuda Berg
(The Daily Tune-Up)

Entries RSS | Comments RSS