Five Years, One Night, Four Pairs of Heels
Presumably my father was being facetious when he suggested that I try on “every outfit” in my closet before heading down to Baltimore for my very…
A Disaster in the Shower
I’m in bed, debating whether or not I should get up and make The Wedding Date a cup of coffee before he has to leave for…
Are Those Roses Behind Your Back?
I know, I know: it’s been a while. But it’s been one of those weeks and will continue being one of those weeks until about 10pm…
The “A” Word
So like I said: I’ve been keeping a secret. It’s not a bad secret—in fact, it’s the complete opposite of bad, but I’ve been afraid to…
The Case of the Missing Loofah
It started with my loofah—the gold travel-sized loofah that I picked up at Bath and Body Works last year. “You left you sponge thing here,” The…
Why Singletons Should Save Chocolate Bar Wrappers
This week was supposed to be my spring break. I was going to sleep in and read books and drink iced chai while commencing my work…
A Double Date… with The Wedding Date’s PARENTS!
And suddenly, somehow, without quite realizing it, The Wedding Date and I have been dating for six months. We celebrated our anniversary unwittingly (six months came…
Kat Echevarría Richter 