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The Height Thing

Last month my aunt and uncle came to visit. I’m not terribly close to any of my extended family so when my mom suggested I ask my aunt about “the thing” I had to stop and think for a minute. “What thing?” I asked. “You know. Your height thing. Because your Aunt Christ is taller…

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The Trouble with Older Men

Okay, now that we’ve gotten the real estate out of the way, let’s talk about men. As most of you know, I’ve always gone for older men. When I was in my early twenties, this translated to cars and proper houses and fancy dinners on Valentine’s Day—a reprieve, if you will, from my world of…

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When You Don’t Have Time to Blog

Okay world, it’s time to let you all in on a little secret. Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t wake up at 6:00am every morning. When I manage to publish a new blog post by 7:30 it’s because I’ve written it the day before. Blogs like mine, you see, have a nifty little scheduling feature,…

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The End, The Beginning

It’s midnight or so, just after last week’s fireworks, and I’m on the roof deck with my brother, The European and my friend Casey, who I met when we interned together at a Quaker magazine. “How long has it been since you’ve talked to your agent?” Casey asks. And I have to think about it.…

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The Braless Wonder

The European and I are going to the beach today. This means that I shall spent the next half hour or so trying to determine whether I’m feeling more confident about the state of my thighs (unlikely, given my futile efforts to rid myself of cellulite) or my stomach (also unlikely because here in Philadelphia…

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The House and the Men: An Update

So here’s where we’re at: The House: As many of you know, I was supposed to close on my little 1,200 square feet of paradise last Wednesday but the bank appraiser is refusing to sign off on my loan unless the seller installs a stove, fixes the holes in the kitchen floor and puts some…

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The (Sort of) Return of the Zoo Date

Last week I got an email from the Zoo Date, who entered my life in March of 2011 and exited it shortly thereafter. I remember very little about him except that he was funny and kissed rather… enthusiastically. The email read as follows: Hey Kat, This is […] (aka The Zoo Date). Anyway, I was…

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Throwback Thursday: The Break Up Rules, Revisited

I wrote the following list in 2011. I then proceeded to forget about it, found it again, took a quick read and gave myself a mental high five. Why? Because I’ve followed my own advice. For once in my life! So here you have it, my personal list of break up dos and don’ts. •…