Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

A while back, I asked for your questions for my podcast.  Well, it’s now available, free, though it’s not really perfect.  One of the questions is kind of cut off.  I was asked "if Straight Up and Dirty had a…

All I want to do is sing Annie songs and play Barbie.  This means I’m going to have two boys.  Brothers.  Instead of feather boas and nail polish, there will be dump trucks and Spiderman.  Who came up with this…

You know that scene where Michael Keaton fills the front-loading washing machine with too much laundry detergent?  Philip drew me a bath the other day.  The FRESH Saki bath remedy instructions were there, on the back of the glass bottle. …

Mondays were tennis days for my mother.  When it turned cooler, she took to the indoor courts at Glen Cove, Long Island.  This was back when I was too young to be left home alone, when I would only eat…

When I was still wearing feety pajamas and cooking in my easy-bake-oven, I was a Strawberry Shortcake addict.  Not the biscuits with piles of fresh whipping cream and syrupy mess of mauled berries.  The doll and all her friends.  Of…

I hoard books, apparently.   He wants a clutter-free environment, stark–if you ask me.  I want an office filled with wall to wall books, a library with an enormous chair and ottoman that smells like leather and orange blossoms.  I want…

I’m at your apartment without you, but I’m too drunk to spy, to care about photo albums of your past, to search for love letters, and sad coupons with penned promises.  I’m in your bed, waiting for your return, listening…

When Sarah Jessica Parker strutted down the streets of New York as Carrie, aside from what would happen with her latest relationship, I mostly wanted to see which absurdly ridiculous thing they were going to dress her in next.  There…