Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Don’t cry out loud.  Just keep it inside, and learn how to hide your feelings… I loved to love that song.  But really, that sentiment is everything about which I scream against.  No, sing that shit loud and let everyone…

If I had to take a stress test right now, I’d fail.  I don’t care if it’s not the type of test you can fail.  I just would, and with flying colors.  Reds mostly.  My stomach is a knot; it…

I read my magazines backwards.  I learned to do this by watching my mother, in her bed.  She couldn’t sit still, so when we forced her to by begging her to watch a movie with us, she’d climb into bed,…

Please come to my last reading in New York before I leave for Texas.  It’s this Thursday, 8pm at the Upper West Side JCC.  It’s their Lit Cafe reading, and it’s open to the public and FREE.  I might read…

I had a friend in high school that was allergic to eggs.  The kind of allergic that required you to walk around with a needle, just to be sure.  Halloween pretty much sucked it for her once we were in…

No one saw, which is good.  A tear slipped out when the pianist at Brandy’s Piano Bar sang the last verse of Coldplay’s “The Scientist.”
Nobody said it was easy, Oh it’s such a shame for us to partNobody said…

I grew up eating hot bowls of farina, or cream of wheat, if there’s any difference.  A smooth white grain that held the dent of my spoon, thick, pooling with drizzled honey.  My mother made it for us, as we…

This weekend, I helped celebrate one of my best friend’s thirtieth birthday parties.  The cake matches her dress and her list-addicted personality.  The drinks were her very own (see the cocktail menu photo).  I bonded with her sister, who lives…