Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I will miss the Aimee Mann concert tonight because I’ll be packing.  I ought to have packed for the Hamptons last night, but I was too busy unpacking my intestines on the bowl all night.  Naturally, you’re thinking "TMI, Stephanie!"…

So it never comes across on my site: my addiction to food. Okay, never might be pushing it. My friends know. They raise eyebrows when they see my chockablock kitchen jammed with equipment, and near trip over the stack of…

View photos of the Shops at Columbus Circle Time is a luxury and a curse. When I’m soaked with it, I tend to feel heavier, drenched by the weight of it. Knowing there’s expectation. There are conversations when your time…

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Sequins were the norm, round discs of nipples everywhere, tattoos, ass cracks, sand, fried clams, spikes, squeals, mustard in mouth corners, boardwalk, seashell boobs, lawn chairs, seaweed, body odor, funnel cake, spicy coney…

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It’s Friday.  I’ve spent the day burning.  I don’t mean frying, absorbing wrinkles, and begging for cancer; I mean cds.  My home laptop caught more than a cold; she caught a virus.  She…

Finish Dad’s father’s day gift. Put Linus in a bag and board LIRR to Daddy’s house. Lay out with Lea at Dad’s pool. Play tennis or do something involving sneakers. Linus = ball hopper. Work on my 4th of July…

My night backwards:
I fall asleep to Bridget Jones Diary. Again. And giggle. I crave more mini chocolate souffle cakes with white chocolate sauce. I get naked and make out with Linus. Goodnight to Richard, my fabulous doorman. Goodnight to…

I’m at Paradou with 3 other straight women talking crooked. We’re swapping our lesbian stories as readily as our saliva… okay; I’ll disappoint you right now. There was no kissing, only talk of kissing. Teasing, touching, and to round off…