The Case of the Suicidal Santa
I’m pretty sure I know exactly what went on here, but I bet you all can come up with some theories of your own… Thoughts?
The Day After New Years
I hate the day after New Years. The streets are littered with empty beer bottles, the roof deck is littered with silly string and the refrigerator…
Of Cheesecake and Toll Booths (Thanksgiving Part 2)
Somewhere between The Wedding Date’s house and his parents’, I began to panic. Not because I was about to sit down to dinner with folks who…
10 Awesome Thanksgiving Pictures
I am very thankful this year: A) I remembered my grandfather’s car does NOT have EZPASS before zipping through the toll booths on my way to…
Finally: A Date to the Hooper’s Island Martini Bar Soiree
It’s finally happening. After two years, 31 men and over one hundred dates, I’ve finally landed myself a proper boyfriend to join me at the annual…
My Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, Part 1
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and, if it’s after noon in your country, add a shot of your favorite adult beverage because it’s time for…
A Precipitous Predicament
I’m going to blame the snow. On account of Philadelphia’s first real snow storm, I got a little stir crazy on Sunday night. And because my…
My Third Date with PSM#1
For Christmas I received, amongst other things, the Bath and Body Works 2010 V.I.P. Bag. It contained (also amongst other things) a bottle of Twilight Woods…
Christmas Eve at Casa Richter
“Five bucks,” my brother says. “Final offer. Take it or leave it.” “Leave it,” I reply. It’s Christmas Eve at the Richter house and my brother…
Weekend Report
You can’t break up with someone you were never with in the first place, but if you could, I’d be breaking up with Date #17. It…
Confessions of an Accidental Journalist
It’s Wednesday. At least right now it’s Wednesday; it will probably be Thursday by the time you’re reading this. Nonetheless, Wednesday starts with “w” and writing…
Kat Echevarría Richter 