Rachel Richard
Warm stories. Sharp wit. Soulful reflections.
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Smiles Dropped in the Deep End
A dream about fishing false teeth out of a pond turned into something surprisingly real: sometimes we drop our smiles while swimming through life. What started as a…
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Sweatin’ to the Oldies, Singing to the Four Seasons, and Soaking in Nostalgia
I thought I was going to see Jersey Boys. Next thing I know, I’m eight years old, in tube socks, flailing around my grandma’s living room with Richard…
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You Can’t Change the Tires on a Moving Car
My car clunked, my dashboard lit up, and I was basically driving on the rim. All before 7 a.m. Turns out, that flat tire had a few things…
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The Fictional Girl Gang That Raised Me
This is for the girls who felt too much, said too much, and dressed like they had better things to do than blend in. The ones who were…
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The Gas Tank and the Heart
Sometimes love doesn’t come with flowers, grand gestures, or a handwritten poem sealed with wax. (Though, let’s be honest — I wouldn’t turn any of those down.) Sometimes love looks…
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You Smell Like Breakfast
Years ago, back in the elementary school days — the era of Velcro shoes, Pokémon cards, and Goldfish crackers ground permanently into the backseat of the mini van—…
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