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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. •…

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Throwback Thursday: The Latina Barbie

I know, I know. I’m supposed to be posting about the culmination of Sunday’s date in Rittenhouse Square. But I haven’t finished writing it yet. So here you go in the meantime: a little blast from the past (from 2010 to be exact). For the last time, “No, 42 Year Old Bald Man with Four…

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Throwback Thursday: From Disaster to Divine Transcendence

I know, I know. It’s barely Thursday anymore. But better late than never! The problem is that I’m trying to buy a house. And buying a house isn’t conducive with… well, anything. It’s amazing that the majority of the population isn’t living in cardboard boxes on the side of the road. But here you have…