Day #5 of the DNC: AKA Rock Bottom
Let’s go about tying up some of these loose ends this morning, shall we? I’ve been blogging so sporadically over the past few months that it…
DNC Day #4: The Hat I Wore to My Grandfather’s Funeral
I was living in London when my grandfather died, only he didn’t die quite as quickly as you’d think for a man who’d had a heart…
DNC Day #3: When All Eyes Were on Vermont
I’ve been through enough breakups (and failed real estate bids) to recognize the 5 Stages of Grief when I see them: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and…
Day #2 at the DNC
This morning finds me sandwiched between two Hillary delegates at the PA delegation breakfast. One is advocating for nuclear energy (what???) but also happens to be…
DNC Day #1
Being a delegate to the Democratic National Convention means making hard choices: do I avail myself of the free Bluecoat Gin at the welcome party and…
Kat Echevarría Richter 