Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

"Stephanie, I think we have mice." My feet were up on the chair before I could compose a response. "Yeah, I really think we must have mice. There’s no other explanation for this." Phil then shows me a half-full pint…

I have every cookbook ever sold. Or so Phil tells me every time I inch my way through our door with a new one. "What’s in the bag?" he asks, "And can you still return it?" Cookbooks impart a great…

The man had it coming. I mean, come on. Who marries a woman known not only to say things like, "I am the author of the only dictionary that defines me," but who actually added italics and pinned it up…

I’ve become the chick that screams at the TV. I now hate the name Rose. I hate flowers and boxes of chocolate. I hate his eyes. I hate the phrase "I love him." I hate how attached I’ve become, how…

It was bound to happen. So now it’s out of the way. I grabbed a handful of your hair and chopped it off. Better now than when you’re eight and on the verge of a bratfest. It’s hideous, and I’m…

I get quite a bit of mail asking for advice. Sometimes it’s restaurant reco’s, other times it’s itinerary questions about New York. Hair products or my favorite brand of bedding. How to lose weight. Mostly, it’s about the heart. I…

We became "just friends" in that way where "friends" seemed to fit like a condom. As my we’re-just-friends-now ex, Turner veiled his jealousy behind a scrim of concern when he said things like,"So what’s the deal with this Ashton guy…

I’m officially stalking an ex. There. I’ve said it. The fact is, I genuinely believe, that stalking is well within the realm of acceptable behavior when it comes to a good hairdresser. We’d only been out twice, but they were…