Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I chose to leave our bedroom in favor of the guest room.It’s not because I miss my New York bed. "Don’t make me," I said in a tempting tone, "Don’t make me… pinch your nipple."–No, wait, It began, "I need…

Ears of corn, cold crispy cherries, a bowl of macerated berries. A cake decorated like the US flag. Shriveled hotdogs. Picnics. Somehow sand always enters the picture, even if you haven’t been to the beach. Bunting. A red bandanna around…

Abigail has a mullet. Poor thing just has the thinnest hair ever. She rips out anything I pin on, and if she doesn’t, Luke does. That’s right, Luke. I call them all sorts of things: Abby, Abigail, Abs of Steel.…

Okay, so there won’t be brunch. But this coming Sunday afternoon (June 29) at 3pm, in Austin’s arboretum Barnes & Noble location, I’ll be doing a reading and signing of Moose: A Memoir of Fat Camp. So if you weren’t…

 
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Isn’t bathing suit shopping in cruel lighting everyone’s preferred activity of choice?…

When sitting poolside amid a dozen women, equal parts married and single, I grabbed the Post-It notes and asked my girlfriend to repeat the question. We sat like ladies on classically styled outdoor love seats fit for a beach front…

Phil recently phoned a woman who’d cleaned our house in Newport, RI, to see if she was available to tidy up after the tenants vacated (and before the new renters arrived). "It’s that time of year again," he said after…

I ate lunch at the bar of Gramercy Tavern yesterday. A pinot noir from Oregon. A delicate vegetable stew of young ramps and perky asparagus tips. Parmesan crisps. Parsley puree. Garlic bread. It was so flavorful, salty without ever being…