Sheryl's Pearls Blog
Who Wants to Date Anymore?
A girlfriend posed this question as we discussed matters of the heart. She said she might end things with the man who held hers. Since it had long been in his possession and he didn’t seem to know what to…
Hope Floats: Confessions of an Unapologetic Hopeless Romantic
When one of my besties surveyed the DVD collection in my living room, she shook her head and proclaimed, “Sheryl, forever the hopeless romantic.” When my brother came to the same conclusion during a recent conversation, I wanted to hang…
Random Rant: The Sad State of Women’s Shoes
Shoes are an accessory after my own heart. You’ve never heard me truly giddy if you haven’t listened to me gush about a great deal I got on a fab pair of heels. Unfortunately, though I love shoes, I’m not…
He Is Who He Is – Really (A Second Look at Jay-Z and Beyonce)
I write this begrudgingly. First, I stand behind what I said in my last post about Jay-Z’s public adoration of baby Blue and the fact that it’s not quite on par with his praise for wife Beyonce. I still believe that…
The Lady Who Killed Him
I pronounced the gentleman dead, but who killed him? I wish I could say it was Miss Scarlet in the conservatory with a candlestick, but the clues suggest it was less dramatic than that. It was likely a series of events…
The Death of the Gentleman
I miss him. We cross paths every once in awhile, as he holds a door here or offers a seat there, but our time together is brief. And there is one area in which I miss him most: the dating…
