I Could Write Today If…
Sticky tabs. I could write today if I had the right sticky tabs. But mine are too small. Too big. Not the right colors. Index cards.…
Plan B
96 days ago I had meltdown. (I seem to have a lot of meltdowns these days so I feel the need to be specific.) I was…
Confessions of a Confused Commuter
Have I mentioned that I’m now teaching at one studio in Center City, one studio out in the ‘burbs, one high school in New Jersey and…
The Faculty Only Restroom
Last week, I met with my boss (one of my bosses, I should say) to request a promotion to Senior Adjunct Status. I had to go…
Breaking Up… with the Kids
The saddest thing, by far, about this relationship ending is that it hasn’t left just one hole. It’s left three. TWD’s youngest accidentally took a pair…
Excuses, Excuses
Hi there, remember me? I used to blog here, but then I decided it would be a very good idea to produce two shows at the…
Of Treacherous Terrain
Sometimes I wish I’d written this blog anonymously. It didn’t matter before—I was single, I was mainly freelancing and the “real” jobs I had were jobs…
It Might Be Time to WALK
On the way home from my semi-annual jog this morning, I couldn’t help but notice ELEVEN cars in line at the Dunkin Donuts drive through. Call…
Fun with Babies
I’ve never been much a baby person. Toddlers? Yes! Preschoolers? Yes! Moody teenagers? Yes. (So long as it’s only in small doses and there’s plenty of…
Trouble on the High Seas
The astute amongst you might have realized that I’ve returned from the Bahamas only to leave Philadelphia again without so much as a word here at…
Operation Move the F*ck Out
I’m not quite sure when it started. Maybe when my grandparents moved in. Maybe when my parents called a “family meeting” to lecture me about my…
Chocolate is (not) for sharing
I know that relationships are supposed to be love and sharing and all but sometimes I don’t want to share. Especially when it comes to chocolate. …
Kat Echevarría Richter 