Ten Minutes Late
As I closed my eyes, I figured my course was laid out, determined. I’m the Late Milly Dupuis.
© Copyright 2024 All Rights Reserved Rhonda Herrington Bulmer
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.
Wanna refine your story? Create an elevator pitch
When you corner someone to enthuse about your latest writing project, your victim’s first question is likely to be, “what’s your story about?”
Entrenched
I weeded my flower bed today, sweet friend, and I thought of you.
The end of the beginning
I hate unfinished projects. They whisper nagging words in my ears and poke me in the ribs when I try to relax.