Katie Daniels

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Katie Daniels

I recently relocated to the relative suburbia of Astoria from Manhattan. I'm still adjusting, but love my pre-war apartment with its sloping floors, crooked doorframes, and inconsistent hot water. OK, not so much that last one. I'm a pop culture junkie, a former stage combatant and renaissance faire performer, a subscriber to the &ldquo;dance like no one is watching&rdquo; school of thought, and a frequent cross-country traveler. I work in publishing, and am writing a personal memoir/travelogue called &ldquo;How to Date a Superhero.&rdquo; I am, in fact, dating a superhero. Read more of my babbling at <a rel="nofollow" href="http://ktbuffy.blogspot.com" target="_blank">my blog</a>.

Stories by Katie Daniels

This recipe is from my mom. Directions: 4 cups flour 3/4 cup seedless raisins 3/4 cup sugar Two eggs 1...
Every year when I was growing up, my father gave my sisters and me green carnations on St. Patrick’s Day. I remember they were always waiting...
It seemed the unlikeliest of possibilities. My friend, Yi Shun, an adventure racer and all-around athletic person whom I most often viewed with...
We’ve all been there. (If you say you haven’t, you’re either a much better person than I am, are lying, or just can’t...
Even before we got engaged,—but especially, afterwards—I told him I wanted to help redecorate his house, to take it from being “...
I’m stranded. Stuck. Marooned in the middle of the city with a holiday in the middle of the week. Yes, July 4th, I’m talking to you. Had...
I was up in Nova Scotia for a long weekend away. I knew no one; I’d chosen the spot because a Celtic Music Festival was being held here on the...
It was a day or so after the New Year, and my boyfriend and I had been housebound by a snowstorm that struck shortly after Christmas. On the day I...
Any girl can sip alluringly at a Flirtini or Cosmo, or develop a taste for wine nurtured by wine appreciation classes or an oenophile partner—...
The bark scraped against my bare back as he pressed against me, kissing me. I opened my mouth to him, returning the kiss, and then ducked under his...
I spent most of my birthday stuck on a plane for five hours longer than I’d been planning, yet I counted myself among the lucky ones, all...
Margot Tremont had an itch. For the last few miles, it had tickled her ankle and right foot. She scrunched her bare toes on the gas pedal of her...
I tell myself that I got into this thing because of a boy, like that makes it cool somehow. That I went because I’d had one amazing...
Last year, for my first Valentine’s Day with a new boyfriend, I gave him a carefully prepared box with five smaller wrapped presents inside,...