Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Like men with hot cars, I am compensating. I have no seex life. Assignment #1 photography class: shoot a pepper. Boy did I ever. View the results in the album.…

I am home sick, with a moderate temperature. Beneath my bathroom sink, I’ve big round brushes, feet moisturizing socks, a pumice stone, even an enema. What I don’t have is a lot of what one needs when a cold arrives…

It’s as exciting as Ben & Jerry’s new 2004 flavors, my new photography class offered at ICP. This weekend I’m shooting an album cover for a new artist’s cd. Look at the pictures. Tomorrow I’m finally treating myself to the…

Super bowl Sunday–who really cares anyway? We all know it’s just about the food. For me, it’s about Lifetime Television for Women. I’ll tivo the bowl and fast forward to the commercials. Pass the artichoke dip and tissues. Super bowl…

Over a year ago, I thought I was ready to date again; actually there was no thought about it.  I had to date again.  Any time I spent without concrete plans was wasted.  Tick tock.  I had to move on,…

The ever-beautiful Jennifer turned 26, and to celebrate we, well, we bowled. An inner soundtrack to Grease 2 played in my head. Nicked manicures, entrusting the "bowling man" behind the counter (the dude with the comb-over who hangs out at…

I went to the blogger BASH last night, though it ought to have been called the Blogger BAN, since we were all but kicked out of AZ. Apparently our green wasn’t what they were looking for, so, we headed west…

Randomly I’ve been reunited in one form or another lately with ex-boyfriends.  I was writing a story about my summers at camp, when suddenly the character on my page was an ex, and I realized I wanted to know about…