Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

The life of Pi is not an option. I’ve seen it abandoned on too many bookshelves. The Da Vinci Code? No merci. I already tried Jonathan Franzen’s The Corrections. Double no with cream.

It’s up there with scrap booking and…

I spent a summer interning for a Supreme Court justice.  She was old, her hands translucent as onionskin, and she told me to think.  "I mean really."  I watched closed family court trials in Kew Gardens, criminal cases in Jamaica,…

My day has been beats of modulated movement. A progression of chords moving to a harmonic close–a sense of resolution. Cadence. Maybe it’s the dandruff weather in the city today, but I miss college. At school, I never had to…

I might have been the president of the science club when I was in high school, but I did not eat hot lunch.  I can hear it even now, “Ew, gross, he’s eating hot lunch.”  Meatballs and overcooked spaghetti, oooh…

My nose is running and periodically throughout the episode my hands sweep over my face, pushing tears into my hair.  The final episode of Sex and The City aired tonight.  I couldn’t watch it with anyone… I feared someone might…

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The chicklets gather to celebrate our beautiful Jen’s 28th at Zitoune on Gansevoort in the meatpacking district.  Somehow I ended up eating a cupcake from Magnolia Bakery with my wine. …

All morning I’ve been listening to Tom Waits sing “I hope I Don’t Fall in Love with You.” Repeat. I was never a Tom Waits fan, and I’m still not. I first heard Natalie Merchant sing it, and once I…

I was wearing turquoise.  I doubt I showered that day; my hair was twisted frayed ribbons.  My make-up was leftovers.  As I waited for a girlfriend to meet me for a drink, I sidled up to the bar, and asked…