Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

“Did Mr. Bikini come from your belly like us, Mama?”
“Well, no, Abigail.”
“Then why do you call him your baby?”
“A baby doesn’t have to come from your belly to be your baby-love.”
“Kini came from the diving pool…

Okay, chemistry, biology, call it what you want. This redhead’s drawing a line in the sand. To the point where I never want to say “quite Frankly” again, lest I have to say Frank.
I realize posting about a TV…

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At first there was a mild freak out. Ever so slight, really. The evidence of said freak show appeared in the subject line of my outbound email: I’M A FUCKING STRESS CASE. Normally, I rely on the fcuk party trick,…

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QUESTION FROM A GREEK TRAGEDY READER [Let's call her Olivia]: Hey Stephanie….so I’m an avid reader of your blog. Your writing is so eloquent. You often hit on day to day real life issues and give great advice. Okay, so, not…

I totally wasn’t planning on writing about flanken, in June nonetheless, but there it is. It keeps sneaking into everything I write. The only way out is through, so here we are. I feel compelled to share that I once…