Not My Proudest Moment…
You know it’s bad when your mother hides your cell phone to keep you from drunk dialing your most-recently-snuffed-out-flame. But before we proceed with the events…
Too Many Texts
I’ve received another letter. This time, it’s not a love letter but rather an email from my younger brother who, for whatever reason, monitors our collective…
An Ominous Sign from Sou’ Philly
I don’t believe in astrology (except for when I’m confused or bored, which is actually quite often) but if I did, I’d be worried. I was…
The Art of Rejection
Well now here’s an interesting dilemma: I can’t handle rejection. And I’m not talking about being rejected. I’m talking about being the rejecter. I’m fifteen days…
Kat Echevarría Richter 