Of Green Eggs and Ham: The Vitamix Disaster
Sunday night, late January. “Hello?” It’s 11:00pm. I’ve just come home from watching Downton Abbey at a friend’s house and even though I’ve just called out…
You Mean Ceiling Fans AREN’T Toys?
It’s Wednesday night and PIC and I are eating dinner in front of the TV. He leans back and glances up at the ceiling fan (which…
Happy Hour: The (Not so) Perfect Engagement Ring Rouse
Here is how I know that there’s an engagement ring in my future. Last week, upon finding myself very angry at PIC for a number of…
Breakfast in Bed… With the Ex
For dramatic effect, I would say that I can’t remember the last time I woke up in bed with a man who could be bothered to…
The Final Installment: My Worst Valentine’s EVER
I’ve never been very good at science or math or any of the academic disciplines that require you to predict how something’s going to turn out. …
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. …
Kat Echevarría Richter 