There’s No Painting in Dance Class!
I find myself giving a lot of pep talks these days. Whether it’s telling my high school students to stop obsessing over another dance team’s costumes/props/anorexic…
The Aliens Are Coming For Me
As if I didn’t have enough on my mind with tomorrow’s trip to Boston with The Wedding Date, E.T. is sad at me. I know this…
How The Raven Stole The Sun: In 30 Minutes with 30 Kids!
For reasons unbeknownst to me and my fellow teaching artists at The School, the director decided to add a “multicultural focus” to the curriculum this year. …
Who Knew a Hula Hoop Could Get You Fired?
Well folks, I still haven’t heard from Date #7 (and seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for the first time on Friday afternoon and spending…
The Darndest Things
Back in October, The Preschool (where I teach creative movement five mornings a week) hosted a Breast Cancer awareness event. Unfortunately, I never got the memo…
Not Quite Writing Wednesday
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming (ie. Writing Wednesday) to bring you this important message: I’m thinking that I ought to rename this blog “Adventures in…
The Day After I Got Freshly Pressed
Not that I’m complaining, but 184 comments is a lot of comments to sort through. Granted, I wrote probably two or three dozen of them myself…
Oh Yeah: it’s President’s Day
Today is President’s Day here in the US. I know this because when I dismissed my final Friday morning class with my usual, “Have a nice…
That Crazy Concerto
The morning after my Ladies Night at the symphony, I awoke to find the sunlight already streaming through my bedroom window. “That’s funny,” I thought, “it’s…
Songs for Suicide: The Tummy Tango
I have come to the conclusion that as long as I work at The School, I’m going to be sick. It doesn’t matter how many vitamins…
My Chocolate-Induced Revelation
Two and a half peanut butter-cappuccino brownies later, I’ve figured it out: my blog has gotten boring because my life has gotten boring. I’m gainfully employed…
Kat Echevarría Richter 