Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

You now clap on demand, young miss, especially after a few rounds of "If You’re Happy and You Know It."  And when you drink your bottle, you lounge as if you’re reading The New York Post with a farm-boy fanning…

Sometimes in life you come upon a real character. A person so full of life, they seem to splash over, brimful.  I’m not talking about people who are "always on," always trying.  To entertain.  To impress.  But of people who…

We’re gambling again.  Can’t quite help ourselves, though this time we’ll be in Atlantic City (eating at Sea Blue).  We’re going with my Dad and Carol, and I can’t wait!  I’ll be back to posting after the weekend.  I can’t…

We’re in New York with family, and it’s safe to say even though it’s not home, it still feels like it.  The tots adore all the new adoration and activities, the voices and coos singing through the house, the unfamiliar…

I can’t have an orgasm unless I’m able to point my toes.  The whole sex railed up against a wall bit is a total ruse.  It might make for some nice foreplay, but eventually, I halt all action and demand…

You’re either handy or you’re not.  You’re the kind of person who hires someone to install a lock on your bedroom door, or you’re the kind who bribes someone to come over for you (with shitty offers of pizza and…

I didn’t so much mind the velvet ropes, just the bouncers and the authority games.  Being on the list.  Even being at a place with a list.  It was annoying and not at all who I was.  And even at…

Splitzville is always harder for the one who’s left behind.  It’s not about whose choice it was to end things, who was the one to initiate "the talk," who screwed up, who was rejected.  Well, it does matter, but usually…