Harmony Scharmony
In 2007, I applied for a Rhodes Scholarship. Obviously, I was not selected (as evidenced by the fact that I’m not currently under consideration for a…
My Reactionary Reactivation
It’s 3:00am. (Do you know where your children are?) Conventional wisdom suggests “the best way to get over one man is to get under another” and…
Not My Proudest Moment…
You know it’s bad when your mother hides your cell phone to keep you from drunk dialing your most-recently-snuffed-out-flame. But before we proceed with the events…
Weekend Report
You can’t break up with someone you were never with in the first place, but if you could, I’d be breaking up with Date #17. It…
Tchaikovsky Bites Again
After listing my reasons for purchasing an economy sized-nutcracker for my preschoolers earlier this week you’d think that I’d be particularly careful with the linchpin of…
Confessions of an Accidental Journalist
It’s Wednesday. At least right now it’s Wednesday; it will probably be Thursday by the time you’re reading this. Nonetheless, Wednesday starts with “w” and writing…
Tis the (Nutcracker) Season
I’ve spent the past half hour brushing, braiding, bobby pinning and—last but not least—bedazzling the rather matted mane of my American Girl doll. Why? Because tomorrow…
And… the Results Are In!
Once upon a time (1978), in a land far, far away (upstate New York) there lived a young princess. In truth, she was not a real…
This Time Last Year
Exactly one year ago, I left London. The night before my departure, my then-boyfriend and I caught the bus to Piccadilly Circus. “Can’t we take the…
He Who Took My Breath Away
Cardiovascular prowess is not my greatest strength. This became abundantly clear to me a few nights ago about halfway into my solo tap performance, when, after…
Yoga Yuppies Part 2
A new post two days in a row? I know, I know: I rock, even if it’s only at the expense of the magazine article I…
Those Yuppie Yoga Couples
It’s not that I want to be one of those yuppie couples who spend their Saturday mornings carting their matching yoga mats through the sophisticated suburbs…
Kat Echevarría Richter 