Black Sheep Rebel Girl

Summer Tans & Rebel Girls

Summer Tans & Rebel Girls

When I was 15 years old, I had the idea I would spend a Saturday laying in the sun.  I turned my radio on and set the dial to the Top 40. It was a plug-in radio, so I stuck it on the sill of my open bedroom window which faced our backyard.  Then I ran outside to check the volume. It wasn’t loud enough so I headed back in to turn it up a bit.  I ended up going back and forth a few times until I got the volume just right.  Then I went to find a beach towel.

We had green and blue lawn chairs that turned into lounge chairs.  You had to lay a towel on these kind of chairs because they were covered in thin plastic tubing that wrapped around the aluminum frame and it stuck to your skin and dug designs into your flesh.  So I laid a towel on mine and dragged it to a perfect “laying in the sun location.”   View full post…

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Hello, I see you

Hello, I see you

“A simple “hello” as you walk past someone on the street. A “smile” or a “wave.”  These are things we do for each other.  Things we do with strangers to let them know, “I see you.”  To let them know, “I am not dangerous.”  To let them know, “I am not such an asshole that I would walk by you and pretend that you do not exist.”  Such a small effort, so worth the breath it takes.  What a pity not to say it, what a waste of empty space not to fill it with a “wave” and a “grin” and a “hey.” Oh…..by the way, “Hello.”©Excerpt from The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl”  

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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Gas Stations & Lottery Tickets

Gas Stations & Lottery Tickets

“I see people buying lottery tickets while I’m waiting in line to buy gas. I wonder what it is about their life that makes them want to fantasize about getting away from it. Then I fantasize about what I would like to get away from if I won the lottery.” ©Excerpt from The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl”

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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The Beatles, Soldiers, Love

The Beatles, Soldiers, Love

“Billions of voices used to travel through telephone wires everyday. All the “I’m on my way home now” and “Would you tell her I called,” still hang from the copper. When you get close, you can hear the echo of teenage girls making plans to see “The Beatles” and choked up soldiers calling to tell their mother’s “Happy Birthday.”  

Why, you can even hear newspaper men reporting stories. Stories about Muhammad Ali beating George Foreman. Vivid tales of Lindbergh, the Titanic, Watergate, Martin Luther King, the moon landing, Bonnie and Clyde, D-Day, Kurt Cobain, Billy Holiday, Henry Ford, Judy Garland, Babe Ruth, etc, etc, etc.  Many of the souls are gone but not the voices. View full post…

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Flippin’ Out Watching Star-Ships Passing By

Flippin’ Out Watching Star-Ships Passing By

I was like flippin’ out, flippin’ like pancakes, flippin’ like Flipper watching the eclipse. We saw the Total, lucky to be there though, cause in White House it was loco when the darkness hit.

Hundredths of a second later light cut through in shimmering razors, never have I seen that color on the earth or in the sky.  I didn’t know that the Corona was a super power supernova, jumping, slamming, slipping around the moon-but I saw it with my eyes. View full post…

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Four-Wheel Drive Cajun Voodoo Wanderings

Four-Wheel Drive Cajun Voodoo Wanderings

I dream in four-wheel drive Cajun voodoo wanderings. Often times the dream feels as real as real life.  I wake up thinking I’m pretty positive that my dream actually happened, like in some parallel universe because I still have all kinds of emotion and thoughts wrapped up in it.

So I get annoyed when I tell a person “who was there in the dream with me about the dream, and they act like they don’t know what I am talking about.  Like when I told a cashier at Kroger that I had a dream about her driving my car on a beach and then she sat under the coffee table at my mom’s house eating Lays potato chips.  I explained how because of her, we couldn’t hear the TV and missed the last five minutes of an episode of “Stranger Things” that Justin Bieber was featured in and to this day I still do not know what happened. View full post…

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Peter, Peppers and Publicists

Peter, Peppers and Publicists

“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.  How long did it take him, an hour?  And now for the next hundred years we have to answer the question, how many peppers did Peter Piper pick?  Has anyone noticed you can’t pick pickled peppers, that peppers are pickled after they are picked?  No, people don’t care, they believe whatever Peter says or does.  Who is this guy’s publicist?  I need him!” 

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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The New York City Elephant

The New York City Elephant

“One afternoon I saw a baby elephant swimming in the pond in Central Park. He didn’t appear to be with anyone so when he got out of the water I walked up to him and asked if he had a place to stay.  I didn’t open my mouth when I asked him, I “thought asked him” and he “thought answered me back” stating that he did not have a place to stay.  So, we walked together on the sidewalk down 8th Ave. to our apartment in Chelsea.  No one said a word, no one even asked a question or took a picture.  You know how New Yorker’s are, you can literally walk an elephant down the sidewalk and no one will be surprised. View full post…

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Outsider, Fringe Walker, Artist, Beatnik Freak

Outsider, Fringe Walker, Artist, Beatnik Freak

My name is Rachel Hutcheson, I am a writer, a songwriter, an actor, outsider, fringe walker, rebel, never went to prom, black sheep, moved to New York City at twenty-three and performed with a boat-load of talented friends: hit the road after six years to see the sky in Chicago and then to feel the Los Angeles sun for ten.

Now I’m writing left of center Peace & Love, Power to the People, You Don’t Own Me, You Broke My Heart, and I Won’t Back Down songs in Nashville, TN. I live with my walk the line husband who I met at a kegger in Kalamazoo, Mi. when I was nineteen. View full post…

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Is It The World Or Just Me Who Has Changed?

Is It The World Or Just Me Who Has Changed?

The idea that one day the world would change because of people standing in a circle, holding hands and singing “Kumbaya” used to sound cheesy, unrealistic and trite to me.  Now several times a week I find myself wishing we could all come together, hold hands and sing “Kumbaya.”  I wonder if it is the world or just me who has changed.  Is it the world or me who has changed

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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Always the Passenger

Always the Passenger

I’m a passenger on this planet. As far as I know it won’t change. I drive my car, I drive my life but all the time I’m riding shotgun on a rocket ball through space. It doesn’t stop, it doesn’t break, it hurls at 60,000 miles an hour going no place, but the same place, like a race you can trace. No one has stopped it, though many have tried. Bombs and war kill people but the ride never dies.

Doesn’t it make you wonder what’s the game, what’s the plan? Doesn’t it make you wonder who is God, what is man? We get caught up in, “You said this” and “I don’t believe in that.” and it sounds to me like the funniest conversation people have. When we are dead and buried they’ll put our bodies in the ground and the body remains a passenger on this planet spinning round. View full post…

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The Sun

The Sun

“It must be tough to be the sun.  Everyone loves you but no one will touch you.”

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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My Batman Story

My Batman Story

I had a half-sized, midnight blue Schwinn bike when I was six years old.  The seat was two-toned blue and white with an “S” in the center.  It was a cool bike and I liked to ride it but that is not the reason it will be emblazoned in my mind with the words justice and righteousness forever.

You see one spring day I left my bike out in our yard and someone slashed the front tire. It was a defining moment for me because it was the first time I saw “meanness” in the world.  In fact, I thought it was the first time anything “bad” had ever happened to anyone anywhere and it confused me.  “Why would someone do something like that?” View full post…

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I’m For Laughter

I’m For Laughter

“I’m for laughter, happily ever after, don’t matter who, don’t matter what: when and where do not matter, I’m for laughter.  I’m for laughter loud enough to make people turn their heads and think “I should be over there,” while others think, “what assholes!” I’m for laughter at the wrong time: at funerals, board meetings, during sex, flat-tires, hurricanes and shipwrecks.

I’m for laughter stopping us from falling off the last step into solemn oblivion.  I’m for laughter as the recognition of the joke that life can sometimes be. I’m for laughter from the heart, laughter that lifts one’s spirit so high everything looks funny and you can’t get “serious” about life anymore because you get the joke. View full post…

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Craigslist Rocket Ships & Soul

Craigslist Rocket Ships & Soul

“People said I was some kind of crazy thinking I could hang on to a dream I’d had since I was a kid. But I knew I couldn’t expect somebody who has never rode a comet across the sky to understand something as astral as a dream. They can’t see that far, that’s all, they just don’t have the vision.  But it’s not glasses they need, it’s soul.

The kind of soul that keeps your heart-beating when everything you ever loved is lost. Soul that makes you see the devastating beauty in tragedy and the shallow tragedy in beauty. Soul that goes so deep you can feel water flowing through it way down in the center of the earth.  And soul, so incredibly alive, it can yank you right out of the desert of dead dreams and pump the breath back into lifeless hope. View full post…

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Stuff I Learned From Clouds

Stuff I Learned From Clouds

The sky was magnificent, snow-white cream puff clouds sat across the heavens. I was taking pictures trying to capture the beauty of the sun glowing through a gap in the stacks when a thought popped into my head. This thought hit me like an old memory jumping forward in time and suddenly I had the idea that the hole I could see in the clouds was an “Entrance” to some mystical land. It just felt like a gateway to a place where alchemy and abracadabra might still exist. View full post…

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NYC, Carnegie Deli & Me

NYC, Carnegie Deli & Me

Shortly after I graduated from college I moved to New York City.  I knew I was going to move to New York when I was fifteen years old, I was an actor and New York was where I had to be.  My first job was at the Carnegie Deli: I was hired as a cashier by its famous owner Leo Steiner, who was featured in Woody Allen’s film, “Broadway Danny Rose.”

My first day on the job was a Saturday.  I stood at the register from 8:30am to 5:00pm and at the end of my shift Leo counted the cash in my drawer to make sure the receipts matched the money.  After he finished counting he told me it was perfect. I had rung up over $22,000 in the eight hours and I was not a dime short. View full post…

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Technicolor Stardust Bubbles

Technicolor Stardust Bubbles

This is my first blog post and I am feeling all kinds of pressure to deliver the most amazing first blog post ever.  Unfortunately, I do not know how to accomplish this goal: so I am just going to tell it to you straight and be myself.

I am currently working on my first book entitled “The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl.”  I will be sharing excerpts from my book on this blog.  In addition, I will also be discussing my experience as a black sheep rebel girl on such subjects as love, art, beauty, failure, etc.  My mission is to entertain, uplift and inspire others and to make new friends. View full post…

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