Behind-The-Scenes with Kris Polaha
Kris Polaha talks about Alex from Kate Dating on Vimeo.
Kris Polaha talks about Alex from Kate Dating on Vimeo.
Kate’s Tips for Starting Over in Los Angeles from Kate Dating on Vimeo.
This blog has always been about leaps of one form or another– leaps of faith, leaps of insanity, leaps out of the way. At times, it may have felt like being thrown off a cliff, instead of a willing jump, but for the most part the leaps have been good decisions. Yesterday, I took another
It’s Thursday, and I feel like I should have words of wisdom for you. Actually, I feel like I should have some wisdom for me, too, but I guess we’re all out of luck on that one. Instead, I decided to once again check into how you all found me. According to our analytics, dear
You know when you are having trouble sleeping, and you start to hit Twitter looking for something more intriguing than another restless night? Then you see something that makes you reconsider everything you used to think was ridiculous about Hollywood because a new item has been added to the list. This is that thing: George
I was puttering around in my room as the sounds of summer drifted up through the window. The general splashing and playing down by the pool gave way to the distinct sound of teenage girls chatting (or was it “catting”) it up as they lounged. None of this gave me any pause until suddenly I
I hated my kitchen. Hated it! The laminate counter tops were chipped and dingy. The floors were grim and, following an oven replacement, missing pieces. Everything had that faded, slightly yellowed look of a paint job that had seen a lot of years. I faced to fairly substantial obstacles to redoing it: 1) very little
I just received a notice that a studio condo in my neighborhood has just been listed for the low, low price of $300,000. I’m from Ohio. Do you have any idea what $300,000 would buy me in Ohio? This is madness. “No, that’s silly,” is the correct response to this ad, and yet…
I find myself with a couple of days on my own. When I realized this an odd little bout of motivation was sparked. Before I knew it, I had a list of (conservatively) 50 items that I would take care of while I had this time. They ranged from the mundane to the impossible (or
It’s another slightly grim morning here in Los Angeles—the weather has decided to embrace “June Gloom” and all its glory. Perhaps it is the weather, or maybe it is just my mood, but I’ve been thinking about things that are toxic (sounds like a Jeopardy clue, doesn’t it?), and why we can’t quite get away