Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

"You’re a bitch on wheels" my mother once said to me when I was acting out as a child.  I wasn’t so much a child as a pain in the ass know-it-all.  I wasn’t driving a car or riding a…

I’m writing Moose right now, and it seems my biggest challenge is how to handle voice.  It’s a story about my adolescence, taking place when I was twelve.  It’s clear that I’m reflecting on this past as a grown woman…

As much of a wet-nap as my neighbor Janene was when playing Monkey In The Middle, beggars can’t be choosers.  The older girls across the street didn’t want to play with me.  When we’d first moved into our house, I…

When it’s me at the doctor, for my own body, if there’s any bad news strung in with hope, I’ll cling to the bad, certain I’ll meet my doom.  But when I left Lucas’s neurosurgeon’s office, every warning about the…

I’ve been combing through the video archives, looking for his twitches, looking for signs of who he was before the surgery.  I want to remember what Lucas is like as a baseline, before I was put on high alert and…

The other day–well, not the other day, but a few days ago, before all this drama–Phil and I were taking a tennis lesson.  Not many people know how much I love tennis because overall, I pretty much suck at any…

"I haven’t really reached the anger stage" I said to my dad this morning.  But then I thought about it.  So not true.  A reader emailed me today.  Said she’s "been following the blog for years" and then, I expected…

"Be strong."  I hate that shit.  I've actually always hated that shit.  I hate it when I hear it in a movie, or on TV, or on some "love songs at night" radio program.  And I know why people say…