Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I began this blog over six years ago. In that time I’ve posted about wants and dreams and pie in the sky ifs. I’ve also covered disappointments and the danger of having unrealistic expectations. I’ve discovered one of the keys…

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.…

I went to couples therapy alone last week. The Suitor was out of town, in New York, giving me a rambunctious case of food jealousy with his updates about Nobu 57, Bobby Van’s, The Brandy Library, Spring Lounge, Onieals Soho,…

Last year I asked for a wee bit of interior design help (photos included). We made small changes. And while I’d love floor to ceiling curtains, I’m so much happier with this room, as is. Could it use a proper…

It’s that time of year when I want to change my ringtone from Default to Deck The Halls, or, more accurately, to my favorite holiday song of all-time (sorry Santa Baby): Silver Bells.  It’s the season of holiday party invites,…

Two days ago Abigail pooped in the potty. Four days before that, Lucas pooped in the potty. To celebrate, their grandparents are flying in from New York.
Okay, no. I’m not high. My father and Carol have had this trip…

Apartment Therapy came to me asking if they could feature my workspace on their site. The thing of it is, I don’t have a workspace. I work everywhere. All I need is a laptop and sometimes some liquor. I will…

The past seems easier sometimes, and I think holding onto it allows me, somehow, to move forward. I always hear how you have to let the past go, have to live in the moment, control your now. I think I’m…