And So it Continues
For the last time, “No, 42 Year Old Bald Man with Four Children and a Beer Gut: I will NOT be your ‘Latina Barbie!’” It’s my…
Post Marathon
After four first dates in four days, I’ve survived Round One of my online dating marathon. I am, as a result, completely knackered. It’s hard work…
Date #4
“Is this normal?” my mother asks as I prep for my fourth first date in as many days. She has a right to be concerned; I’m…
Date #3
When Date #3 suggests we meet at the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I have a minor conniption. I love the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and I…
Date #2
Dinner is the worst possible first date. You have to wear something that looks good both sitting down and standing up. You have to avoid disaster…
Date #1
So I’m standing at the bus stop, seven minutes ahead of schedule when the #57 pulls up. But there’s something strange about this particular #57. In…
The Art of Dating
I had forgotten how much work goes into dating. And it’s all related to hair: combing, trimming, scrunching, tweezing, plucking and so on and so forth. …
Three Days In
I’m three days into my latest ethnographic experiment: three months on match.com. So far, I’ve received 24 “winks,” 19 emails and one invitation to go salsa…
The Truth about Writing
This is what I thought the average writer did with her day: Wake up at 7:30 (enveloped in Egyptian cotton sheets—the kind that actually match your…
The Dawn of a New Era
It’s 5:40am. It’s 5:40am on Saturday, actually, and I am still alive because yesterday, at the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference, I managed to not have a heart…
T Minus 3 Days
It is Tuesday morning and I am freaking out. Why? Well, for starters I am finally going to quit my day job. I gave Head Boss…
Chaos in the Craft World
Something wonderful happened today. And no, before you ask, The Shop was not destroyed by a giant meteor (although, come to think of it, that would…
Kat Echevarría Richter 