Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Someone once said to me in the comment section of this blog that this would happen every time.  I wasn’t sure if it were true.  Last time, when my father and Carol were here, I cried for two days after…

My Yankee New York friends are coming to visit this weekend!  Friday they arrive at noon.  They leave Sunday morning, early (so they’ll miss the Gospel Brunch).  It’s not enough time, but we’re making the most of it.  They’ve never…

I went to the track this weekend (not to run, no).  To bet on horses.  I love gambling, but not the kind you do online.  I need to be there, in person.  I’m not one to bet on sporting events,…

The signed pillowcases at the end of summer, S.W.A.K., morning lineup, shower caddies, running out of hot water, borrowing one another’s clothes, playing HA beneath a tree, tired from soccer drills.  Collecting mustard packets, dipping carrots into mustard, anything to…

I asked this a few years ago of some of my friends, or at least I think I did.  I asked them to answer a few questions for me so I could more accurately portray them in Straight Up and…

I don’t know who else saw it, or who else will admit it.  I was absurdly obsessed with the reality TV series, Temptation Island, where serious couples who questioned their future together went to test the strength of their relationships. …

“Because when you’re a fat kid like I was,” can take you just so far.  You can only grip onto that excuse for so long before it becomes trite.  Yes, poor you, poor over-privileged, over-fed, upper-middle everything girl.  It’s time…

It seems I need to do a better job at trimming their nails because I refuse to keep bundling them up in mittens!  So please pardon the scratches on Miss Abigail’s sweet face.  She’s just now starting to smile.  Lucas,…