Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’m back at the apple store. Breaking up with my Air because it won’t give me enough space. Literally. The space bar is being a punk when my hand is even slightly to the right on the bar. Sigh. This…

Yoo hoo, Texans. Over here. A wee bit closer. Bam. Here it is, an opportunity to hear me speak from the heart about strength, courage, and wisdom. I’ll be my own version of an India Arie song, sharing the raw…

In celebration of the paperback release of Moose: A Memoir, there’s a
new giveaway. To enter, simply email a picture of yourself holding a copy of Moose, the
paperback version. Lounge with it poolside or wrinkle yourself elsewhere: in the…

I realize of course that it’s asking a lot. To click on something daily, which isn’t even like an ad that helps support this site. But I need help! Please click here daily to vote for Greek Tragedy. I never…

It was hot as balls last night. I ripped all the covers off, and slept on my stomach, my thong-clad ass mooning the moon. It worries me, this idea of sleeping nakedish. Our care-provider Norma arrives each weekday morning at…

 
Life happens on the sidelines, in the smaller moments, the side roads. It also happens in the comment section of blogs, where people post and run, where they never have to see you, where you get to roll your…

Ironing Out The Kinks Beats A Line-dry
There are a few wrinkles that need to be ironed out with this blog, namely that all the comments aren’t showing up. Hopefully those digital powers that be are on the case. In…

 
Last I was in LA, I accidentally left a leather skirt, whip, and sweater in my room. I hadn’t realized until a few days back in Austin. Calls were made. The goods were being held with the cleaning staff.…