To Boston and Back (Hint: We lived to tell!)
“We didn’t kill each other!” These are the first words out of The Wedding Date’s mouth when my mom picks us up at the airport on…
Getting Back to Date #6…
And then there were three. Or so it would seem. Tomorrow night, I’m going to dinner with “my friend” Date #6 but it’s been over two…
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…
Pittsburgh, Part 1
He does not kiss me hello, nor does he offer to carry my bag. By the time we reach his flat and he sits down in…
The Odyssey Begins
At 9pm, my relief arrived. (This post is written by my dad and continues yesterday’s story of why he missed my birth.) I had an hour-long…
Kat Echevarría Richter 