Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

When surveying 100 people (or at least 100 blog readers), I ask, “What excuse do you give when you RSVP ‘Yes’ to a wedding and then not show up?”
She didn’t give an excuse.  She didn’t pick up a phone. …

I’m now a homeowner.  We closed on a house yesterday.  It’s the very house I wanted since February, when I first came to visit Austin.  We’d put in an offer back then, but the house was snatched up by a…

I love when it’s cold in the morning.  I fell asleep last night with nothing but a sheet and the whirl of the overhead fan.  I awoke beneath a hill of comforter, squares of down by my face.  I had…

I’ve never been to Chicago.  Ever.  I am so damn excited.  Yes, I want deep-dish pizza, but beyond that, I’m not sure where I should go.  When I travel, beyond doing a lot of walking and pointing with my camera,…

Today I miss the Museum.  Any of ‘em really.  The Guggenheim especially, and I never fancied myself as a museum kind of girl.  But now I really miss long days of tea and umbrellas and spending an afternoon reading and…

I needed a break.  I slipped into 40 Carrots, a bustling restaurant in the basement of Bloomingdale’s, coveted for its plain frozen yogurt and half-sandwich-soup deals, just beyond the plus-size section.  I didn’t exactly slip, actually.  I assumed a sawhorse…

"We’re celebrating Rosh Hashanah, ya know."  I meant it less as a statement and more of a "Yay, you want to right?"  His answer came in a blank face followed by a roll of his eyes.  "What?  It’s not like…

I don’t know how any alcoholic who’s trying to diet survives winter. When I first learned I was pregnant, in New York, when others drank wine, I asked the waitress for their dessert menu.  If I couldn’t drink, dammit, there…