Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Apartment Therapy came to me asking if they could feature my workspace on their site. The thing of it is, I don’t have a workspace. I work everywhere. All I need is a laptop and sometimes some liquor. I will…

 
I watch the Hills. Now, tonight, I tuned in to The City. But on a whole ‘nother level is the reality show Momma’s Boys. You could say I’ve been there; divorced that. I can’t get enough. Don’t get me…

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I’m really sad today. I haven’t left my bedroom. I know I have deadlines approaching, but I’m sick of looking at it. I feel like I’m all stomach, like I can’t breathe, all anxiety, like when you wake up and…

 
It began with a hamburger. It was too cold out to grill, so I suggested we fry one up in a pan, the way my father used to do when I was growing up. Phil tried, he did, but…

I didn’t feel anxious when I woke up this morning. Not when I came downstairs in my sweats to turn up the heat, or when I turned on the coffee machine. I didn’t feel anxious when I defrosted blueberry pancakes…

Abigail has had a fever for the past two days. 102. Poor thing just wants to breathe on me and use my face as a tissue. So we’re sick, together, again. Her more than me. In writing the pilot of…

 
I’m a moo right now. I won’t step on a scale, there’s really no need. I could lie and say my pants feel tight, but the truth is, I can’t feel much of anything because my pants are cutting…