Greatness in a rotten year
Sometimes we’re focused on the wrong goals.
© Copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved Rhonda Herrington Bulmer
My Last Fancy Dinner
Organizing a front porch wedding during a global pandemic.
In Memoriam
Today, I weep for a man I’ve never met.
Ten Minutes Late
As I closed my eyes, I figured my course was laid out, determined. I’m the Late Milly Dupuis.
Scene from a song
Old Brown’s Daughter has a mind of her own.
A word about fear
Week three of lockdown in our little corner of the world.
Five signs that you might have Lipedema
Most doctors think you’re just fat.
Working on my reflection
“You are the trees,” he said.
Teach us the number of our days
I turned 52 thirty-seven minutes ago.
Ever changing, but ever the same – an anniversary meditation
Every marriage falls into distinct patterns.