Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I know I’m in New York and all… and I’ve just come from about the best dinner I could imagine, with friends discussing everything from breastfeeding to "I hate to admit this, but I totally used to do the elliptical…

I leave for New York tomorrow, to-do list in hand. At the top of it, like the good Jew that I am: pork fried popcorn. Apparently that’s the draw to Spitzer’s Corner. That, and the homemade donuts. How fast can…

My Oscar reactions as they happen. Unedited, literally, what I’m thinking as I watch (pardon all my crapass spelling, I have no time nor inclination to fix and search for correct spellings):
Holy shit, seriously, are you crying? I don’t…

Turner told me I was adorable and had great boobs. This made me like him more. Too much more.
We went to brunch at Balthazar on a summer afternoon, and with mild food coma, we slugged our way out its…

I leave for New York next week. Feb 27-Mar 2. The trip has been scheduled for a while, even if it is just a quickie. I’m coming in to celebrate Dulce’s 30th birthday, staying with Alexandra and her Mr. Alexandra…

Not exactly "does a bear shit in the woods?" or "does a whore sweat in church?", but I do still wonder. I’m in the final stages of cleaning up this manuscript, instructed to stet copy-edit corrections if I disagree. There’s…

Upset, I once screamed to Phil, "We’re only ever happy in the grocery store!"  Because when we’re there, we can live our dreams, and our only limits are our imaginations.  Needs and wants can actually be met. Sometimes the "What…

Wait for the bit where I say, "Not to start plugging my next book already," and then watch how I do exactly that. Smooth, huh? And look for the new cover!
Still working on the tour dates for Moose: A…