Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

It sounds a bit like an LSAT question about kinship–figuring out the proper terminology for the two little girls dipping their bangs into the pool on the steps. Poolside last night, our wee ones colored, ate, swam, and played tag…

I already feel like a hockey player and am ready with the hip check, wanting to protect what’s mine… in the fridge. I feel like the shelves of the fridge need to be partitioned into equal territories. As if our…

I created a menu for Thanksgiving. It was the kind of menu you print on heavy ecru paper with rounded corners edged in gold, framed, placed on a table of mixed company—the joining of strangers, much like a wedding or…

I’m still in my pajamas. I’ve spent the entire day cleaning out the beans’ room, making way for their "big boy" & "big girl" beds, creating two individualized headboards, quite sure I was more excited than they about their emancipation…

We’re assuming our little guy is feelin’ fine on the 1 and 9. Lucas had a spine and brain MRI, with and without contrast recently, and we’re still waiting to review the results with his neurosurgeon. I have to believe…

My live Thanksgiving special has been postponed. The fact of the matter is that I feel like poop. I’ve had a stiff neck for the past FIVE DAYS. I mean so sick that I went to the doctor yesterday, got…

When my father first became single after his split with my mom, he had his best friend from childhood, "The Doc," over our house. My father remains close with many of his friends from childhood, each of them with their…

I never send holiday cards. I just can’t get (sh)it together in time. This year, I’m hoping that changes. I’m loving the keepsake holiday card mini-books, like this one I made of the taters. Here’s hoping we take some good…