• A glamorous illustration of silver-haired Kat in a pink satin gown, surrounded by six tuxedoed men representing former and current employers. Their offerings include golden handcuffs, red flags, diamonds, ketchup packets, an engagement ring, and blue hydrangeas. A sleeping VP and his hovering mother complete the scene beneath the Angel Who Swears marquee.

    Dating My Employers

    After 25 years in the insurance industry, I’ve realized my résumé reads less like a list of professional accomplishments and more like a history of failed relationships. There were red flags, bad decisions, controlling partners, and a whole lot of bullshit. Most of them involved direct deposit.

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  • Kat and the Husband Dude stand with arms crossed beside their blue Camaro on Halloween night. He grins proudly beneath a skull cowboy hat while Kat stares deadpan at the camera. Behind them, their suburban home glows with Halloween lights, jack-o'-lanterns, skeleton decorations, and thick theatrical fog.

    War and Peace

    What began as a harmless neighborhood Halloween decorating contest escalated into a full-scale military operation involving reconnaissance missions, heavy artillery, and weapons of mass decoration. Unfortunately, only one combatant knew there was a war.

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  • Silver-haired writer Kat Rae smiles while typing at her laptop in a cozy, cluttered home office. Her black cat Luna watches from the windowsill, while Lillibeth Scales, a dinosaur dressed in a denim jacket and leopard-print skirt, stands among books, papers, and craft supplies. A dusty Angel Who Swears folder emerges from the clutter.

    Let Them Eat Cake

    Six years, three forced job changes, and one ridiculous pre-employment assessment later, I rediscovered something I’d buried under a doom pile of misplaced priorities. I’m a writer, dammit. And apparently, I’m also responsible for Fake Brian’s birthday cake.

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Hi. I’m Kat.

I’m a recovering good girl, professional overthinker, enthusiastic user of the F-word, and despite my best attempts at EVERYTHING ELSE, a writer. I write about marriage, family, getting older, music, work, and the everyday absurdities you just can’t make up.

Angel Who Swears is what happens to all of it.