Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

We laid out towels to play Spit, but you never tried. I like card games; they remind me of summer and playing jacks on wooden cabin floors.  Make me remember the sound of a broom on wet cement, the smell…

"My mother sent me a whore hat for Halloween," my friend Brigit said.  "You know, a sheer black witch hat with sequins and a fur trim."  Bridget got the harlot hat for the holiday.  I don’t need the hat.  Nope. …

It's weird when this happens.  I'm sitting in the back of Starbucks right now, near the bathrooms at a big lamp lit table.  Across the table from me is a short lesbian with distracting body odor.  She has been asking…

I was going to post about you tonight, but it would upset too much in my life. I’m learning for the first time what it feels like, regret in writing. I’m learning how jealous fits, how irrational and messy feels. …

This past weekend I attended the Sumo world challenge, battle of the giants, at Madison Square Garden brought to us by "Big Boy Productions."  For once I wasn’t the only one with a ponytail, wedgie, and cellulite in the room. …

Last night I attended the Second Annual Young Patrons Society Benefit.  I took the time to collect the names of guests with the recording device built into the battery pack of my Nikon D100 SLR.  This morning, while uploading photos…

I’m horrible with remembering the names of people.  I can repeat them as soon as they’re offered, but I rarely remember.  I’m especially bad when I should really know their name, with someone I’ll work with daily or someone who…

With a murderer or thief, you know what you’ve got. You know what you’re dealing with, but with a liar, you never know what you’re dealing with.  In high school, part of SWS (School Within a School) was having community…