Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

New Year’s Eve: It’s not what it used to be. It was a life of sequins and phone calls, tickets purchased, menus read, reservations, and hair appointments. My girlfriends and I would discuss outfits. There were pre-cocktail moments. There was…

We were out-niced again. That’s what comes with living in Austin: Southern Hospitality. And it extends beyond a well-appointed powder room fit with Neiman Marcus hand soaps. It’s beyond handwritten notes on social stationery. Miniature black bottom cheesecakes wrapped in…

If I were a carpenter,
and you were a lady,
would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
 Morals aside, any woman who’d respond NO to this question has clearly never attempted to turn her hand at creating…

I realize, of course, the implication of my title. So, I’ll set things right at the onset. This is not my attempt at creating a euphemism for erectile dysfunction, nor is it a comment on the vest-pocket penis. For starters,…

What a lovely warm holiday, with sweet sugarplums all too happy to share… their toys and their sass. Warm wishes to you and your dear drama queens and kingpins. We’re off to go bowling for the first time today.…

Last year I asked for a wee bit of interior design help (photos included). We made small changes. And while I’d love floor to ceiling curtains, I’m so much happier with this room, as is. Could it use a proper…

QUESTION FROM A GREEK TRAGEDY READER: I’ll try to keep this kinda short, because I know I could go on and on. I’ve been with my husband for thirteen years and married to him for seven. A few months ago,…

Mind maps. You begin with a blank page, turn it horizontally, then smack a word or image at its center. By association, you see what grows. I don’t always follow those directions, but I do find that following my random…