Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Still playing with the redesign, so this weekend, while I’m away in the Hamptons, I’ll be coding up a storm.  Here’s a bit of what’s to come, but before I go through the torture that is scripting, let me know…

If you’re traveling to New York, or if you live here, and want to stay sane, avoid Duane Reade (not the streets downtown, the actual store). It doesn’t matter what time you go; there is always a string of people,…

If I wanted to feel like shit, I would have gone shopping at Scoop and let anorexic saleswomen apologize that they don’t carry anything larger than a size 28 jeans.  I certainly didn’t need to hear, “Well, don’t you look…

She dropped the Branzino on the goddamn floor. Only, my father and his wife Carol didn’t know it yet. They were dining with another couple, moving forks of iceberg lettuce into their carnivorous mouths, waiting. “You know, the ladies, they…

I feel like I shouldn’t be writing about this because it means I’m admitting something.  No one wants to read about how it feels do they?  I mean, people like reading what they can relate to, so my writing about…

Do me a favor.  Scroll to the bottom of this post and read the last line aloud.  Chalk it up to a singalong.  Once you’ve done this, you’re ready to continue reading.  Go on, I’ll wait. 
I’ve been working like…

I am redesigning the crap out of this site my friends.  This week, you will meet a new Greek Tragedy.  I haven’t figured out what it will look like just yet, except for drastically different.  Those google ads are going…

I was taking Social Psychology, Body & Language: Studies in Literature, Macro Economic Theory, and The Novel & Psychoanalysis for the semester.  That’s when it happened.  “It” was when things began to overlap, when one course was suddenly touching on…