Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I love this life, the one I live here, living so close to Artisinal.  You would have liked it but mostly because it would mean me and cheese and cabernet francs just down the street.  180 wines by the glass,…

"[Stephanie] please arrive hair and make up ready as there will be no hair and makeup artist on the shoot. Please wear something you feel sexy and comfortable in." –New York Magazine
Fuckity fuck!
Sexy and comfortable?  Is there such…

I’m watching The Fantastic Four right now.  I’m lying on the floor, on my stomach, typing this.  The Suitor is on the sofa, watching me and the movie.  We’re at the scene where Plastic Man says to the sometimes-invisible Jessica…

Sitting on the floor in the PSYCHOLOGY section at Borders probably wasn’t the best idea.  I had a heavy stack of glossy travel magazines to manage, so when I glanced down the aisle and saw an available footstool, I made…

A few nights ago I suggested to The Suitor that we play a board game.  After searching under the bed and various closets for Monopoly to no avail, we agreed to collaborate on a writing excercise for the blog.  He…

I decided today not to be jealous anymore.  Just like that.  I’m not doing myself any favors walking around, talking of childhood wounds or my scary past.  I’ve carried out this me I no longer want to be, this woman…

I didn’t know people still came here, to Pravda.  The last time I was here, I was married and drunk on dirty martinis.  Except I don’t know if they were martinis at all.  I don’t think I’d go to a…

Okay, I wouldn’t use the word afraid because it’s the wrong word.  I just don’t visit Brooklyn very often.  I could say it’s a convenience thing because that’s what most Manhattan-dwelling women who never visit Brooklyn would say.  But it’s…