Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I am religious about my Departures magazine.  It’s an American Express magazine that I’ve always admired on the coffee tables of friend’s parents.  I still don’t get one delivered in my name.  Ah, but The Suitor, he’s in good with…

On December 15, 2005 stage lights were upon me in a dank Manhattan theater as I performed, before a live audience, for HBO’s US Comedy Arts Festival.  Weeks before, I committed to reading a passage from my memoir, Straight Up…

Interviews are strange.  You’re usually asked the same questions about how and why you started a blog or how you feel about being compared to Carrie Bradshaw.  Or at least, that’s how mine always go.  Though with the following interview,…

Tomorrow is a big day for me.  My book, Straight Up And Dirty, comes out.  Onto actual shelves in actual stores.  I’m in Austin, so friends keep emailing, "So, are you excited?"   I’m sick is what I am, and none…

There was a woman in my JCC writing class who dreamt of her husband before ever meeting him.  I remember writing in the margin of her work that I got chills when I read it.  That night, after class, I…

Last night we watched Lucky Louie on HBO.  A brief summary: Louie and his wife are alone for a sexy weekend without the kid, so Louie gets things lubricated by bringing home a bouquet of red roses.  His wife doesn’t…

Yes there’s the seat up bullshit.  The fact that he sleeps in the same shorts every night.  The bit where he looks at me funny if I leave my flip-flops anywhere but the closet.  But I gotta say, living with…

The wedding planning has begun.  It’s all very low-stress.  La dee dah.  The only thing I really have to worry about is securing a dress.  We’ve already chosen the place, the date, and the oh-so-insane menu.  Secured the rabbi.  Cleared…