Author: Richelle

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.

Climbing the Bear, Personal Memior

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 window offers no comfort as my head bounces against it, but still, my eyes are getting heavy. The heat and humidity cannot dull the excited,... Continue Reading →

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Black & Gold, Personal Memoir

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 underwater somersaults in my Grandparents pool. Chlorine and lake water took up permanent residence in my hair and my fingers highly resembled the prunes that... Continue Reading →

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An excerpt from “The Lucid Nymph”

“I still can’t get over the view up here.” Hazel said, sipping wine and staring out the window at Lake Michigan from the 35th floor of Isabel’s high-rise Chicago apartment. She bent over to grab her cigarettes that lay on the coffee table. Isabel’s head snapped up from the carrots she was chopping on the... Continue Reading →

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