#MeToo and Matrescence at the Gas Pump
A few weeks ago, while I was pumping gas and thinking through about a million and one different things on my way into work, the man…
Money, Money, Money
For those of you who might think that PIC and I are rushing into things (we we just celebrated out one year anniversary this past weekend),…
Bridal Overload
That’s it. I’ve crossed the rubicon and there’s no turning back. I’ve been talking to vendors, sampling appetizers, collecting magazines, trying on dresses and even agreeing,…
Of Hope Chests and Circles
I’ve spent the past two days cutting out circles of silver paper. Why? Well, partially because of Pinterest. I saw this and thought, “That’s cute. And…
The Wandering Tooth Brusher
I am what I like to call an EFFICIENT teeth brusher. I mean why stand there at the bathroom sink when you could be getting things…
Introducing P.I.C.
We’re on the train, the new boyfriend and I, heading downtown from his apartment in the suburbs. I’m writing a blog post on my phone and…
Of Magnets and Parmesan
This time around was easy: I mailed the book I’d borrowed from The European back to his house, pushed the magnets he’d given me to the…
My (Love) Life: Baggage Claim and Layovers
The problem with dating a man who is gluten free (and who has promised to come over one Friday to help you hand out Halloween candy…
Of Course, Of Course
The European has gone back to Europe. Not for good, but for a few weeks, and when you’ve got plaster ceilings falling down around you and…
The Forgotten Anniversary
Oh my God. Today is May 20th. May 20th!!! Do you have any idea how significant this is? No? Well, I’ll tell you. May 20th means…
One Month Later
It’s been one month. One month—with enough snow to make anybody suicidal— and somehow I’m still waking up every morning, putting one foot in front of…
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 