Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

In the gym where my children take gymnastics class, I sit on a ledge of cubbies, looking out beyond a short fence, much the way people observe the flamingos  at a zoo. I watch my daughter spring from a trampoline,…

Gall. Audacity. Chutzpah. What would you do?
I used to believe that being ballsy was a good thing. Called it Moxy. Would say “Good for you,” for having the nerve to confront someone when it’s easier not to. I suppose…

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I took requests and cooked up some matzo ball soup for my taters.
Phil’s in New York for work again, another two weeks. I managed, quite nicely, to survive the first two weeks and can’t say that I…

A few months ago, I wrote about tequila friends. The words that hadn’t made it past my edits went like this:
If we don’t make time for it today, then it’s really not all that important to us. And “it”…

I’ve enrolled in a writing workshop because it works for me. It’s the only way I actually get writing done. I workshopped both Straight Up and Dirty and Moose. It’s just something I need. Our first class, the instructor began…

Longing. I swear I long for longing itself. Much the way I’ve been so adept at falling in love with the ideas of things, I hunger for the ache and the want, for the beginnings based on everything we bring…

Maybe you’ve heard of it, perhaps not. I’ve been avoiding posting about this because I haven’t wanted to promote a poorly written book, when I’m not good about promoting exceptional books. Except, now I have to. There have been too…

Your Child’s Strengths is one of my favorite books, and my love for it really has nothing to do with children. Most “find your strengths” books come in Business Flavor, with strategies on leadership and how to energize your existing…