Blues Dancing, or Why I Need Tequila
I never to go to bars by myself and I never do tequila shots but its 10:00pm on Friday night, about 12 hours before I have…
Continued Misadventures in Garter Belt-Wearing
My pre-departure shopping list includes, amongst other things, pepper spray and thigh high stockings. (Go ahead. Before we get to the funny part of this story,…
When You’re Almost 30, It’s Time to Leap
So I’m in the shower, thinking (it’s where I do my best thinking), when I realize I haven’t heard anything from the editor for the last…
Writing Wednesday: To Blog Anonymously or Under Your Real Name?
Last week, I received an email from one of my “longtime readers.” I know this not because I have some sort of sophisticated tracking device set…
The Importance of Being Curtained
I’m pretty sure my new neighbors think I’m a lesbian. They haven’t said anything to me directly but there have been whispers, apparently, that my dad…
Are You a Vacuum or a Washing Machine?
I don’t know much about washing machines. Or slop sinks for that matter. Or why there is a hose that looks like it belongs to a…
It’s Passport Time
Several years ago, back when I was taking my work as a writer a bit more seriously, I went to a conference for travel bloggers in…
The Indoor Picnic (And Why I’ve Stopped Hating My Life)
The day after I close on my house, I invite some of my closest girlfriends over for an indoor picnic. (From a marketing standpoint, “indoor picnic”…
The Road Trip (and Why I Hate My Life)
Last month, The European and I took our first road trip together. We both like Frank Lloyd Wright so we decided to drive out to Fallingwater…
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…
Every 65 Minutes: To Jacob, with Love
Almost exactly three years ago, I arrived home at my parent’s house to see three scruffy looking men approaching our garage. My first thought was, “Oh…
Of Credit Cards and Keys
It’s Tuesday morning and I’m at Bank of America. The purpose of my visit is to close out my account and transfer the funds into my…
Kat Echevarría Richter 