I’m not going to lie. When I took the year off, I had a lot of vague notions about how the year would go. Clearly, twenty minutes after I quit, I would be offered my own television series, movie franchise or multi-book publishing deal. A month later, I was supposed to be voted most powerful
Earlier today a friend said, “Oh dating guru, Kate, could you please pass on a tiny nugget of your relationship wisdom?” Or, you know, something really close to that. Because I’m a benevolent soul with vast (read: singular) experience in the matters of the heart, I will now give you one of my top ten
I’ve always told my friends that the one thing I’d most want to do with David Duchovny is discuss Russian literature (and no, I don’t mean that euphemistically). I understand that this makes me socially freakish, but a good conversation is far more intriguing to me than nearly anything (save winning the lottery, which I
Something you don’t know about me and would never guess… When I was in first grade, I got an S on my report card (S=Satisfactory). I missed out on the S+. Why? The teacher said that while I was bright, I had a tendency to socialize too much with my neighbors in class. Apparently, I’ve
(now with 100% more pictures) Seeing your life through someone else’s eyes can be illuminating or depressing. When I look at the changes in my life over the last several years critically (because when aren’t I critical), I see someone who went from employed, living in a 3-bedroom house with the husband presumptive to unemployed,
As we get closer to major gift giving holidays like Labor Day and Columbus Day, you may be stumped as to what to get me as a gift. Allow me to point you in the right direction: http://shop.ebay.com/ibg_inc/m.html
Kate: You never know– my Prince Charming could be at the concert tomorrow at the Getty. Pen: Yeah, but you won’t talk to him. Kate: I can’t argue with that. fade to black.
Kate: You never know– my Prince Charming could be at the concert tomorrow at the Getty. Pen: Yeah, but you won’t talk to him. Kate: I can’t argue with that. fade to black.
And I’m back. Since we last chatted, I volunteered at an event and played tourist with my mother—both good things. But now, here I sit. Mom has gone home. The next volunteer task is well in hand. My laundry is done. My dishes are clean. Now what? This is the first time since I quit
I know. It’s crazy, but I DO want my ass entirely covered. You know what I don’t want? Ruffles. When did ruffles across the butt on a bathing suit become normal for any female over three? I get the draping. I get more coverage. But ruffles? What exactly do you think the ruffle is hiding?