Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

<span class=”dcap”>M</span>y father’s wife invited a lawyer to their home to negotiate her parents’ wills. On the somber occasion, along with the cookies and coffee, maybe some huggy bear tea, she offered him Debbie. “She’s single, and fabulous, and here’s…

You’ve seen High Fidelity by now; I’m sure of it.  Okay, fine, you read it.  Certain songs smell like your past, they evoke memories just as strong as the scent of your grandmother’s perfume.  You know you were in a…

We all have secrets, things we’re ashamed of, things we really don’t like about ourselves, devious things we have done or that have been done to us.  See, I don’t harbor mine; I expose them with lights.  I power open…

As my hair air-dries you need to know what I’m doing. I’m in a white robe, which captures the runnels of Infusium as they drip from my saturated hair. I’m getting ready. Linus is licking the freshly applied lemon lotion…

A lot of my college Friday nights were spent with Hal Sirowitz, except he didn’t know it. I went to the lower east side to watch him slam at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. Bob Holman was the master of ceremonies,…

If you’ve read any bit of the mythology section of this site, you know The Big A, Adam James Lis. Who, as you can see by his photo with me, is not at all a myth. He’s pretty much as…

Making lists.
When I write something brilliant, I actually kiss the screen (okay, sometimes I lick it).  There is nothing I derive more pleasure from than writing.  Okay, fornication and food so don’t count.
My job.  (Okay, my fulltime job…

In a city as large as Manhattan, it shouldn’t just be possible, it should be expected, that you won’t run into persnickety ex boyfriends and ex lovers. You do your part, avoiding all of “your” restaurants, “your” bars—you even stay…