Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I am horrendous when it comes to remembering dates.  I know the birthdays of my parents and my sister and of some random childhood friends (Meryl Glass, May 28).  I twist into a squint when weighing the sound of Phil’s…

I’m not leaving today, but I am leaving this Friday.  I’m heading to New York City.  On Wednesday, June 6, I will be leading a memoir panel discussion at Bryant Park.  12:30 pm.  It’s free and open to the public. …

There.  I said it.  Titled it, even.  I’ve been in the closet about it because it’s as middle America as calling Target, "Tarjey."  I’ve admitted to hoarding supplies before.  From embroidery skeins to porcelain paints and etching creme, I’ve got…

I’ve never seen your mother, but I imagined her in a dream to be nothing like the woman I imagine she is when I’m awake.  In my dream she’s young and artistic, long hair that falls in wisps and commas. …

It’s not from too much drinking.  At a certain point, usually toward the beginning of the week, someone will inevitably ask, “How was your weekend?”  Small talk, mostly.  Polite.  Cubicle speak.  Maybe they really want to know.  Maybe they have…

To get you over the Wednesday hump, here’s a recent interview.  (Sorry, will post link once it’s in the archive)…

FRIEND:  So how’s motherhood treating you?
STEPHANIE:  Hiya friend.  So I’m sitting in our living room, drinking some wine, watching the kids cry in their bouncy seats.  Phil and I are getting blood drawn tomorrow for life insurance.  They send…

I got the wrong nametag at the party. Everyone I meet thinks I’m independent, savvy, strong–interesting even. I’m tired of being her. I want to be little Ms. Dependent. To find someone I trust, then wear sweats and be dull.…