Sheryl's Pearls Blog
I’m Slipping, I’m Falling
“No f—ing way,” said my cousin. She was giving a tour of her home and turned to see me barreling down the stairs toward her. The same stairs she cautioned me about moments prior. Her warning included a list of…
A Whiff of Nostalgia, a Gust of Hope
In the pictures I once painted of my future family, the barber shop was on my husband’s list of responsibilities. Saturday mornings, with the smell of sausage and syrup still lingering in the kitchen, I would wipe our son’s sticky…
Perfect Conditions
I wanted 85 degrees and sunny, with clear blue skies. What I got was 70s, sun peeking out of gray clouds, and an occasional rain shower. Yet somewhere in that space between vision and reality where disappointment is known to…
Manifesting Forgotten Dreams
When I moved into my new apartment, one of my girlfriends was excited to learn it was a loft. “Girl, you are living the dream,” she said as she swiped through photos on my iPhone. Soon after, another girlfriend confided…
There’s More
The other day as I was walking through my new favorite park, I stumbled upon something unexpected: more. I had only been to the park about a dozen times, but up until that moment, I was certain that I had…
Introducing: Between Bars
I started a podcast! Why? Because I’m a podcast junkie – so much so that I took a radio and podcast storytelling class to learn the basics of writing for one. When I told one of my friends about the…
Podcast Transcripts
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