Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’m consumed right now with writing this pilot, so there’s little room for much else. I’m entrenched in the world of dating, even if I never leave my zip code, house, sofa, clothes, underwear. I’m in my head, thinking, reliving,…

Ironing Out The Kinks Beats A Line-dry
There are a few wrinkles that need to be ironed out with this blog, namely that all the comments aren’t showing up. Hopefully those digital powers that be are on the case. In…

 
Can you sit down?
Do I have to?
Please, it’s important.
I just… would you still love me, respect me, and feel proud of me if I weren’t a writer? If I was just their mother for a while?…

 
Last I was in LA, I accidentally left a leather skirt, whip, and sweater in my room. I hadn’t realized until a few days back in Austin. Calls were made. The goods were being held with the cleaning staff.…

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BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS FROM TODAY >>
Last night, Phil and his vagina complained about the cold, so there was no walking. We did manage to walk to dinner at BON TON CAFE for some cajun morsels. We began by…

 
Phil and I are off to New Orleans today through Sunday. We’ll probably only do dinner tonight, by the time we arrive, so we’re really talking Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, returning Sunday night. So three solid days of eating,…

I grew up without an ice-maker. That is, I was the ice-maker, the "fresh-maker" if you will (oh, the abuse!). Our refrigerator was, what I referred to as, a bi-level, with a rectangle of a freezer on top, and a…