Of High Heels and Mudslides (and no, I’m not talking about the drink)
There’s been a lot of concern over my well being during the wedding—not from my own date, mind you (he is, after all, the one who…
(Thank Goodness for) The Rehearsal Dinner
Rest assured: I will not be tying the knot at Tyler Arboretum. But before we get to Date #7’s brother’s wedding and my near death-by-exposure, shrapnel,…
Men…
So you know how I’m supposed to go to that wedding today? That formal wedding? The wedding for which I’ve been trying on gowns all week?…
A Potential Faux Pas of Epic Proportions
Did I mention that tomorrow’s wedding is black tie? Well, it is. At least Date #7 thinks it is. I’m planning to bring a change of…
Of Pandas and Pigeons, or How to Bag a Brit
It’s that time again: time for me to quit whining about my love life and let someone else take center stage while I continue fretting over…
The Rehearsal Dinner Too?
Date #7 wants me to go to the rehearsal dinner for his brother’s wedding. Under ordinary circumstances, this would be cause for celebration: a man I…
“31 Dates in 31 Days” by Tamara Duricka Johnson
In case you were wondering, the Starbucks salted caramel mocha tastes neither of salt nor of caramel (until you the get the last inch and a…
Single is NOT a Good Look for the Fall
You know what? I would like a boyfriend. It’s cold. People aren’t meant to be alone when it’s cold. People are meant to share hot chocolates…
Part 2: Lost and Found
I’ve been really looking forward to seeing The Wedding Date, but I’m also a bit nervous. This is for several reasons. Firstly, I’m meeting him at…
The Return of the Wedding Date
Unbeknownst to me, there are three separate establishments bearing the address “312 Haddon Ave” and only one of these is the restaurant where I’m supposed to…
The Pursuit of Happiness
I stumbled upon the following last night: I don’t generally believe in signs (especially signs that tell me things I’d prefer to ignore) but this one…
See you Later, Alligator
My preschoolers have reached an important milestone in their young lives. They still can’t tie their shoes (“Miss Kat, I’m only FOUR! I’m not going to…
Kat Echevarría Richter 