The Story of the Man Behind the Flowers (Finally!)

About a week and a half ago, I woke up at 5:00am and found myself consumed—oddly enough—by both terror and hope.  Why?  Well, naturally, I blame Match.com.  Two weeks ago, I received a message from a man who, at 13 years my senior, lie just beyond the realm of my “Kat, be sensible about older…

Writing Wednesday: A Day in the Life

Yesterday, I completed my first interview, by which I mean my first interview in which I was the interviewee and not the interviewer.  Despite the relative anonymity of the correspondent in question (a friend of a friend who’s writing a blog about writing), the experience was rather surreal.  I found myself saying things like, “I…

And Just Like That…

Evidently I was further along in “Madame Bovary” than I’d realized because on Saturday morning, I poured myself a cup of tea, dragged my favorite blanket to the couch in the living room and had barely a chance to curl my feet underneath me before (spoiler alert!) she was dead, he was dead, and Flaubert’s…

A Book A Week, Until Bovary

I began this year with the intention of reading a book a week for the entirety of 2011.  I was doing quite well until I decided to tackle “Madame Bovary” by Gustave Flaubert.  It’s not that I don’t like “Madame Bovary;” I do, very much so, but the language is so archaic that it takes…