Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Four is harder to write than one, two, and three because I realize, now that I’m up to number four, that there are more than four ex-friends.  There are two more than four, which, last I checked, makes six.  I’m…

Don’t you just love Ellen?  Yes, yes I do.  "But some people really don’t like her," my mother insists.  This cannot be so.  How can you hate on a girl who likes to dance and talks to the animals?  Oh…

From time to time I receive emails with subject lines like, "Have you seen this?"  Sometimes it’s from a close friend, other times a regular reader.  They’ve stumbled across another blog and wonder if I’ve seen it.  This happened to…

Because so many of you ask, I decided to include links to some of my favorite products.  This week, I’m focusing on the kitchen.  The foxy kitchen, because cooking is fucking sexy, includes a list of things I covet in…

The Lineman has been whining. A lot.  He knows when the babies are in our bedroom, he cannot come in.  He sits by the door and cries these huge dog tears that leave his face all wet.  He’s accustomed to…

I wasn’t listening to him.  There I was, sitting on our porch, sunset, a South African shiraz, on our swinging porch seat, just back from a family walk.  Lucas in his car seat to my right, Abigail to my left. …

All statements began with "Aunt Stephanie" and ended in a question mark.  "Aunt Stephanie," my niece Mikayla asked while watching me pump, "why are you doing that?"  While breastfeeding, "Why don’t you feed the baby on the other chest?" and…

Jaimee is one of my most delicious friends.  We worked together at Juno (now United Online / NetZero) for a while.  We sat in adjacent cubicles for some time, broken cubicles, with missing slats, so there was a makeshift window…