Posts by Kat Echevarría Richter

The De-Stringing

So where were we? Right. The street corner, Starbucks in hand, him asking to see me again and me saying yes. The only problem is that…

As the bus crawls towards Rittenhouse, it dawns on me: this might possibly be my last first date. Not because of anything in particular in his…

Okay, okay, I shall stop teasing you all. Here at last is the story of the flowers behind my front door, but we must start, as…

Right. So yesterday’s post? Feel, Felt, Found? I’m sure you felt like I was just putting you off, dragging things out for the sake of a…

I know, I know: you don’t care what books I’m reading. Or what my house looks like. Or how I feel about what my house looks…