That’s What She Said
A Short List of Utterances Made by Yours Truly During Last Night’s Flyers Game (Which I attended with my former flat mate, his fiancé, and Date…
The Pittsburgh Saga, Part 2
On Sunday morning, Date #7 tells me to put on a pair of sneakers. “Sneakers?” I ask. “Seriously? I hate sneakers.” It’s true: I don’t wear…
It Would Seem as Though I’ve Been Stood Up
Judging by the contents of my table at the coffee shop, I’ve been stood up. This is because there are two iced drinks at my table:…
Date Me, New and Improved
After a week in the Middle of Nowhere (Hooper’s Island, MD), I’m finally returning to civilization. As I mentioned on Monday, my next date will be…
Please Step Away from the Cinnamon Bun
The Charlotte Douglas International Airport is a force to be reckoned with. Starbucks outnumber restrooms and Cinnabun franchises—don’t even get me started on the moral dilemma…
Writing Wednesday: A Day in the Life
Yesterday, I completed my first interview, by which I mean my first interview in which I was the interviewee and not the interviewer. Despite the relative…
The Empire Strikes Back
On the occasion of yet another afternoon’s humiliation suffered at the hands of Temple University, the anthropologist in me feels compelled to offer a few remarks…
Of Snowflakes and Stalking
To celebrate Wednesday’s snow day (and reward myself for having shoveled the entire sidewalk and driveway), I decided to be truly decadent. First, I rummaged through…
A Dating Double Header: Dates #10 and #11
If I had to pick a favorite sport, I’d pick baseball. You don’t have to run in baseball (at least not as much as you do…
Off to Europe
Of course, the novelty of rain may wear off once I’m back in the UK but that’s a risk I’m more than happy to take.
An Ode to Office Supplies
God, I love Staples. In preparation for the Writers Conference, I went to Staples every day last week (on Saturday, it was a package of “fiesta”…
Kat Echevarría Richter 