Tis the (Nutcracker) Season

I’ve spent the past half hour brushing, braiding, bobby pinning and—last but not least—bedazzling the rather matted mane of my American Girl doll.  Why?  Because tomorrow I’ll be introducing my preschool students to the work of Tchaikovsky and nothing says “Nutcracker” like a bedazzled American Girl doll. In truth, my handiwork is really just a…

And… the Results Are In!

Once upon a time (1978), in a land far, far away (upstate New York) there lived a young princess.  In truth, she was not a real princess, rather, an Alpha Lamda Phi sorority girl, and she was determined to throw the greatest party in SUNY Cobleskill history. She called her boyfriend to tell him the…

This Time Last Year

Exactly one year ago, I left London.  The night before my departure, my then-boyfriend and I caught the bus to Piccadilly Circus.  “Can’t we take the tube?” he asked.  “It’ll be faster.” “No,” I replied.  “The Number 9.  From Hammersmith.”  And so, for old time’s sake, we trudged from his flat to the bus station…

He Who Took My Breath Away

Cardiovascular prowess is not my greatest strength.  This became abundantly clear to me a few nights ago about halfway into my solo tap performance, when, after a series of lightening speed triplets and one-footed wings, my life flashed before my eyes and a little voice in my head said, “Kat, if you don’t slow down,…

Yoga Yuppies Part 2

A new post two days in a row?  I know, I know: I rock, even if it’s only at the expense of the magazine article I was supposed to be finishing tonight.  Consider the following a little Happy Thanksgiving gift, or rather the result of a few too many drinks at Monday Margarita Madness… Date…

Those Yuppie Yoga Couples

It’s not that I want to be one of those yuppie couples who spend their Saturday mornings carting their matching yoga mats through the sophisticated suburbs of Cherry Hill or Mt. Airy, discussing the merits of soy vs. almond milk as they head to their weekly “Couples Yoga” class.  It just that… okay, I do…

(Dis)illusions of Grandeur

Author’s proofs suck.  It’s not enough that you’ve already spent months researching and writing your piece, and that you’ve responded to all of the editor’s queries or that you’ve wasted an entire week trying to track down the reference for a book you read nearly three years ago.  No.  Now that the editor has slashed…

From Dating to D-A-T-I-N-G

Since Date #17 is still too busy studying (doesn’t he realize I have to go on dates in order to write about dates?) I’d like to offer a few thoughts on the strange and rather bizarre process of transcending the single life, or, becoming somebody’s girlfriend. As several of my readers across the pond have…