Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

the secrets of objects

(Finding the Extraordinary on an ordinary rainy day) I sometimes think there are hidden secrets in our lives. Not things that we don’t want to tell people, or things about which we’re embarrassed, but the kind of secrets the…

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willingness to suffer: no pain, no gain

(Go Confidently In The Direction Of Your Dreams… And Do So With Absurdly Large Sunglasses) "Suffer for beauty" my mother used to tell me after baths. She shut the lid on the toilet, and I’d sit, facing the wall…

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love: it’s a sadass coldplay song. sorry, but it is.

  I was dating Oliver, who believed Coldplay’s "The Scientist" was actually about a scientist. "Have you not listened to the lyrics?" I asked as I swigged down the last of our wine. "Yes, baby,…

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carry on

  That’s the thing about tragedy: the only way out is through. Get through a night, then a day, maybe even a conversation. And all those out of place things–commercials and dishes and alarm clocks mistakenly set for PM…

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a death row pardon two minutes too late

  "I’m afraid that if I start dreaming, I’ll lose my way." I wrote it in my journal just the other day and immediately saw the irony. When we stop following our dreams, isn’t that when we’ve lost our…

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crash and burn

  I wasn’t officially divorced until much later, far after we’d stopped speaking. He was gone in November, but I was still living in hospital housing until April. The irony wasn’t lost on me that I’d move across the…

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if you want to gather honey, don’t kick over the beehive

This actually isn’t a post about child rearing or dolphin training. It’s not even a post about parenting philosophies, whether or not to spank your child, or if you should exercise a time-out in an attempt to help…

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win or lose love

  When it comes to weddings, I think of breakup songs, and when it comes to birthdays, I think of death. I’m still the girl who smears her name with her pinky, and wears the cake icing on…

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silk purses and sow ears

An article I’d written for now-defunct Jane Magazine on Couples Therapy “Couples therapy before you’re married?” “Hell, no. You don’t make a silk purse out of…

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the gift of why

Fear has been described as beautiful. There’s nothing sensual or ripe about it; it’s one of those lean emotions, the kind that rides bitch in the backseat, who suns on the golden shorelines of our “almost” moments, and manages to…

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