The Great Concert Freak Out or, the time Third Eye Blind made me cry (and not in a good way)
Before I started dating PIC, I could count the number of concerts I’d been to on one hand: Jimmy Buffet and (I probably shouldn’t admit this…
The Rather Anti-Feminist Waiting Game
I like to think of myself as feminist. Some days I even think I’m a good feminist, but when it comes to getting engaged, I find…
You Mean Ceiling Fans AREN’T Toys?
It’s Wednesday night and PIC and I are eating dinner in front of the TV. He leans back and glances up at the ceiling fan (which…
An Update, a Promise, and the Promise of a Promise
Hi, remember me? The girl who used to blog here? Well, I’m back. Again. But this time it’s for good and I’m finally going to start…
What Happened Last Week
I’m sorry for last week—for getting you all excited about my return to “regular” posting only to leaving you hanging with a single, solitary, charming-but-rather-daft post…
Kat Echevarría Richter 