Baby You’re a Firework (Whoops! Did I just quote another teen idol?)
Personally, I think America ought to adopt a new Independence Day tradition: instead of shooting off fireworks and holding barbeques, we should all make July 4th…
Independence of a Different Sort
Despite having spent yesterday listing the reasons why America should not have declared its independence from Great Britain, I think it’s time for this particular American…
Happy (We Should Not Have Declared) Independence Day
Today is July 2nd. This means that we’re halfway through the Wawa Welcome America eleven-day July 4th extravaganza. You think I’m kidding? It began last week…
Creatures of the Night (Another afternoon with my grandparents)
Ladies and gentleman, we have skunks. I should have known that an afternoon with my grandparents would provide me with more than enough material to tide…
The difference between a man and a manuscript…
Very hard. The answer to yesterday’s question, for those of you still interested, is very hard. To break through the sarcasm I’ve adopted in order to…
Love, or a Literary Exercise?
Thank God my data plan now supports unlimited texting. Date #7 and I exchanged 82 messages yesterday. Eighty two! Granted, he was sitting on a plane…
The Exercise of Reason
It was bound to happen sooner or later—and this, my friends, is why I should probably stop embarking upon pseudo-scientific “experiments.” Experiments, you see, require procedures,…
A Not-So-Happily-Ever-After Ending
It’s over. The end. Finito. I don’t quite know what to do with myself now. It’s officially summer— I should be going to the beach or…
The Family that Plays Together…
As every professional dancer knows, cross training is of the utmost importance. This is why I take advantage of every possible opportunity to play mini golf.…
Just About Tapped Out…
This morning I spent a good three minutes standing in the bathroom, staring at my pink Schick Quattro razor trying to remember how to change the…
Help! I’m Dating Myself…
He wants to write to me. Like a proper, hand-written letter— envelope and all. Evidently I wasn’t the only one feeling completely mashed up inside after…
“Kissed, and Often, by Someone Who Knows How”
Let’s talk about kissing for a moment, shall we? As you might have noticed by now, I’m hesitant to say too much about my weekend with…
Kat Echevarría Richter 