Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I found my peeps in a consignment shop. A Madison Avenue consignment shop, but a used clothes store just the same. And, please. “Vintage” is to “Dried Pitted Plums” as “Pit & Crotch Clothes” is to “Prunes.” Get over it.…

Aside from being breeding grounds for pubic lice and fecal-borne bacteria, bathrooms have become the new Yellow Pages. Beyond the “For a half-decent poke, call Brenda” listings, it’s where you can pick up the best bits of information. From hair…

A mom’s gotta do what a mom’s gotta do. This mom had to peep. Slip into Little Miss’s ballet + tap dance class, through the crack in the blinds. I actually like the dream sequence feel the blinds add to…

I’m obsessed with the South. Moved by it. The "what’s that got to do with the price of butter" sayings, roadkill baked goods, dove hunt dinners, the ironic formality found in such a slow-paced, porch-drunk, June bug of a place.…

A few of my new friends have sworn their lives have changed. They’re not singing the praises of South Beach, Fatkins, or SugarBusters. No talk of cookie diets. Or super colon cleanse rituals. We’re talking about ditching wheat (and barley…

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Growing up, each Chinese New Year, my parents held a potluck, inviting their friends to bring their most treasured dishes from their favorite Chinese restaurants. Maybe they didn’t do it to celebrate the Chinese New Year. Maybe it was a…

I wouldn’t say that I’m a last-minute kind of girl, not aloud anyway. More like a last-month-of-the-year kind of girl. I wasn’t always like this, either. In school, I always finished all my homework on Friday night, so I’d have…