
Come On. You KNEW there would be a cat post eventually.
We had a deal. Me and this cat. I was to adopt him and he was to be a cat. I bought him the usual swag- a litter box, over-priced […]
I'm Richelle. My husband is Brian. Our two cats are Bjorn and Amira. I try not to embarrass them, but that's not always possible. We just moved to San Francisco and I finished my first novel, "The Lucid Nymph." I'm looking for an agent who will sign me without making me change anything and tell me it's perfect. I have avoided blogging for four years, but I am back. I need an outlet that isn't my book. I drink gin, love cats, Bravo television, all murder-y shows, lipstick in every shade of red, mountains, the ocean, traveling and a bunch of other hobbies that I don't often have time to do. I hope you enjoy the words I have patched together to form stories of my life.
We had a deal. Me and this cat. I was to adopt him and he was to be a cat. I bought him the usual swag- a litter box, over-priced […]
I have become a Twitter addict. I love to follow the inane thoughts of celebrities and the pictures of their ridiculous, over-the-top parties. But, the other reason I am becoming […]
Things are getting ugly and it’s sort of a mess. I have awful writer’s block. And when I say block, it’s a complete brick wall in my face. I cannot […]
…You might find me parked on the couch with a bag of Cheetos and a glass of Chardonnay watching the crazy bitches of Mob Wives smack each other around. You […]
Guilt. It’s a five-letter word that doesn’t roll off the tongue. It’s more of a thud. A clunk. It keeps you from sleeping at night and when you open your […]
“…there’s a hormone secreted into the bloodstream of most writers that makes them hate their own work while they are doing it, or immediately after. This, coupled with the chorus […]
Being in your thirties is a completely different animal. And when I say thirties, I mean late thirties. Like, next year is 40. When I was in my mid-twenties, I […]
Have a great holiday weekend! Catch up with Hazel this weekend after you are stuffed with turkey and Tryptophan.
Climbing the Bear It is late afternoon and the smell of exhaust mixed with sweat swirls around my head as the bus rumbles along the two-lane highway. The dirty, half-opened […]
BLACK & GOLD My summers as a child were spent surrounded by water. I was either cruising atop the waters of Lake St. Clair in my dad’s Bayliner, or doing […]