C. H. Richard
My passion is and has always been writing. I am particularly drawn to writing fiction that has relatable storylines which hopefully keep readers engaged
Brave New World
Dystopian tale Caste line, where technology Controls life. Wait, what? Brave New World by Aldous Huxley was a must read in my sophomore year of English class at an all girls Catholic high school. There are just some books that will stay with you for your entire life. This was one of them for me. Now it is banned in many school districts for explicit content. I guess the nuns in the 1980's were ahead of themselves.
- Top Story - July 2023
Voice Of A Mill GirlTop Story - July 2023
Lawrence, Massachusetts, January 12th, 1912 I tried to quicken my pace up the wooden stairs of the Washington Mill that morning. My boots hit each step with vigor. The temperature was below freezing and the holes in my gloves let in raw cold causing my fingers to turn blue. I could hear several women in front of me racing before the toll clock struck seven. I kept my head low when passing the foreman who was looking for any sign among us as to who was an instigator of possible things to come. I walked swiftly past my station where I created wool for men’s high-end suits and women’s coats sold at places that I could not afford. I tucked my own coat filled with patches in the closet labeled for workers and headed back to my spot.
The Renoir Painting
I was in awe that day. Not because Mrs Carlos, my high school art teacher, had nearly gotten myself and five of my classmates killed on the way to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. She had driven through two red lights, turned the wrong way on a one-way street and then turned onto the trolley tracks for half a mile while all her students screamed. She was a much better artist than she was a driver, and she was a fabulous art historian. I understand now why she was so excited to share her knowledge and engage us in her world which may have been why she did not have time to focus on the drive there.
- Top Story - June 2023
Chasing Away Monsters Without Dad
When I was about seven years old, I would spend hours looking out my bedroom window before bedtime until I saw them, the monsters in the trees that I was sure were after me. I would scream for my father who would rouse from his sleep to comfort and reassure me that I just saw branches moving in the wind. When that wasn’t enough, he would tell me he had chased the monsters away until I drifted off in slumber. After many nights of not getting enough sleep and keeping everyone awake. I was not allowed to look out the window at night and the shade was pulled all the way down. Still, it is memory that resonates with me when I look at trees at night.
The Golden Cane Award
Every joint riddled with arthritis caused Doris to grimace as the aide transferred her to a wheelchair. However, this day was too important to relinquish because of ongoing pain. The Golden Cane was given out once a year to the oldest person in town and Doris was to have the prize. Unfortunately, she had to share the trophy with her birthday twin, Dee Cunningham. Dee was also named Doris but used the nickname Dee as distinction.
- Top Story - June 2023
Rookie CardTop Story - June 2023
Kendall watched and waited while sitting on the designated park bench. His hands clasped the black gym bag that contained his savings, cashed in 401 K and recent paycheck earnings. He still could not believe he was going to purchase his dream Mickey Mantle rookie card. He found the seller on-line. His fingers trembled, checking his watch once again. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard yelling.