Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

On rainy kindergarten days, we slipped plastic baggies over our socks to facilitate wedging into our squeaky rain booties. It’s the last time in our lives when we should be spotted in booties, really. Leave them to the infants and…

I love chopped salads, uniform vegetable jewels, mingling and popping. Knife-skills 101 come in quite handy. Here: Radish, Cucumber, Carrot, Scallion, Tomato, Tarragon, Pine Nuts, Sauteed Apples, Golden Raisins. Off camera, there was the addition of roasted red pepper and…

Having boy/girl twins, I have the opportunity to see how a boy and girl—or rather this particular boy and tater tot—are developing, and what if anything, their gender preferences are. Each of them, could of course be prototypical or atypical,…

If I were the type of mother who had time to devote to optional domestics I’d visit an art supply store–where they’d all naturally know me by name. And that name, of course, would be Doris, Flora, or Judy. I’d…

I wish I lived in a house decorated to coordinate with my shoes. I’ve glanced at a few home magazines where they’ve positioned the owner, barefoot, thrown back on a nail head love seat, a vase of peonies on a…

I didn’t realize until I inspected an itty bitty eyedropper of Tylenol, squinting for the dosage information, that my eyesight is getting soggy. Where the world used to be crisp and HD, it’s now more of a muddied watercolor on…

Our children are not ready for potty training. Neither are we. I can’t read their "I’m making now" faces yet, and Phil can’t handle any of us going to the bathroom with the door open."But they need to watch us.…

"Hey, ever read Junk English?"
"What’s that?"
"It’s this book I was reading today about language–"
"Where, in the bathroom?"
"When else would I ever read a book?"
"Good talk."
"Hey, no one ever said evolution meant progress."
"Would you…