Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I am all over the place–not just my clothes pulled from a suitcase, littering my closet floors, or the weave of words in this post, or even my travel schedule, or hair. I’m a blur of thoughts and to-do lists,…

I have good intentions. In my mind I’m the type of mom who’s sneaking in wheat germ, the kind of wife who’s still buying sexy underthings, the kind of woman who finds time to read and return phone calls. But…

The redesign of stephanieklein.com is long overdue. To design and re-architecture a site so it makes sense–not just to me but to those who visit–it helps if you begin by asking "What works? What doesn’t? What’s missing? and if I…

It’s my first scrapbooking project (if you don’t count the ones from high school, assembled on shoe boxes, with magazine clippings, such as "his small size doesn’t excite her.") As you click through the images, you’ll notice navy blue cards…

(Naughty Betty, by Stephanie Klein, #2 Pencil on paper)
In second grade, I wasn’t permitted to use adult scissors, so I improvised with a pair of safety scissors, the small sort with padded grips and a rounded wide tip stored…

At a certain point "just" just ain’t gonna fly.  "I just gave birth to twins" stops being just, just about when exactly?  When can it stop being an excuse for your weight or fatigue?  "We just moved in" isn’t really…

There.  I said it.  Titled it, even.  I’ve been in the closet about it because it’s as middle America as calling Target, "Tarjey."  I’ve admitted to hoarding supplies before.  From embroidery skeins to porcelain paints and etching creme, I’ve got…

While the white gold ring I received with my favorite quote (Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.  Live the life you’ve always imagined) engraved was definitely up there, the best gift I ever received, hands down, was a…