Katie Leggitt

Something absolutely amazing happened today. A few years ago during a punk festival I met a very friendly, cute guy - we'll call him Dan.  He had a sneeze attack at the bar I was tending and a Tom Arnold phone case.  That's right, Tom Arnold was on his phone case.  This dude was hilarious.  But - from Long Island. Nonetheless, we hit it off immediately and kept in touch for the next 2 and a half years.  He came up for a show this October and was scheduled for 2 more here in the coming months and thus would be visiting with me then.  Almost nightly, he would send nice messages just to say what's up, and that he was thinking of me.  Days, then months of this went by.  Sometimes I was annoyed, but other times, in my loneliness, totally comforted by the idea that someone was thinking about me. My cousin packed some sage in her suitcase to cleanse the spaces she will be visiting on her trip.  Being a total hippie, I was super into this and made a special request to extra s

Minutes from now, The Bachelor will be airing its second full episode, dedicated to the ridiculous idea that one can find a wife in a group of 20 - 30 women.  All gorgeous, all superficially "together," except for that one girl, who got a little too drunk last week and may have shown more of herself than originally planned for. In the last hour, I've perused the colorful messages I've received on OkCupid, and swiped left on all but a few Tinder faces, in an aimless effort to find a partner, but not have to invest any actual real energy. Recently someone asked me about my dating blog and why I wasn't posting as often.  My response (to him, thank you very much), was that I was working on something.  Working on something means that my Spidey senses were telling me that someone is interested, and I am also interested, therefore I must not speak of him publicly so that I may not "jinx" any hopes of getting a date with this winner of a person. The catch

Last year a kid came into my office and told me his uncle was killed in a car crash.  Turns out he was suffering from a broken heart and made up a lie so he could find a way to voice his heartache.  He sat in my office for hours and I watched as drops of tears cascaded over his acne. Figuring out the lie was the first challenge, consoling a tough teenager as he wept was the second. In 12 months I've watched from afar and seen this kid transform.  I've been a witness to his growth, physically, but emotionally too.  I've seen him prance down the hallways gleefully as he showed off for the girls on one day and I've seen him trudge through the same stretch, miserable, the next. I've heard stories of his mom's coocoo stick, which you can imagine serves a single punitive purpose, and I've seen his eyes light up with curiosity at my stories of adolescent rollercoasters.  He used to pop in every once in a while, just to say hello, just to check in.  And then i

I just let out a big sigh as I tried to think how to start this one.  An appropriate biological release! It is now 2015, a new year.  New opportunities, new attitudes, new moments, new things await us all.  Do we know what they will look like?  Thinking ahead, seeing into the future.  Predictions. Here I am, right here.  All of the moments that came before led me to this one.  This one right here, sitting on my couch with a blanket and Simon and Garfunkel playing on a youtube tab.  My coffee is dark roast and as I take a sip I realize I'm living a moment I've always wanted but didn't think it would look like this.  I've spent many a daydream picturing myself sitting by a window in a cozy little cafe sipping delicious steaming coffee from a warm mug in the morning, laptop propped up in front of me, a great song playing overhead as I write. And now, trying not to think about the mountain of dishes that have piled up due to last night's new years eve party, livin