Seventeen-Year-Old Me

The other day marked eleven years since I met my husband, Bernard. I became pretty nostalgic about this anniversary date, not just regarding Bernard and me but life itself. I got to thinking about my seventeen-year-old self, and how different...

Next Chapter – New Section

Pearls of Prudence is back, and the month-long hiatus was refreshing and needed. I am excited to jump back into posting. After consulting with an esteemed reader, poring over blogging information sites and chat rooms with other bloggers, and brainstorming,...