Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Vietnamese Cinnamon, a ladel, chili bowls with handles for All You Can Handle Chili, and a book of chili potions.

A Man Gift of Chili without the Chili. Would’ve included dried Ancho if I had more time.

Madeline Minds Her…

I don’t care what they say. You can judge a book by its cover. Or at least a gift by its wrap. I actually couldn’t care less what’s inside a package. I love the foreplay of an unopened gift, sitting…

I can’t believe I haven’t updated this online journal with all my STUFF. Because as much as I try to shop for others, who can ignore a “FREE Overnight Shipping” promise from MAC Cosmetics? “Not I,” said the fox.
I’ve…

I‘m feeling anti-social lately, and I think it might have to do with holiday “nesting.” While there’s no baby on the way (I’m eating as if there were), I still feel a strong pull to home, to snuggle with my…

Wassail doesn’t make me think of apples or the brown pulpy foam, or the potpourri you end up ingesting with the quickest of hot pecks. It makes me think of WASPs, sailing. And of ferrets. Because Wassail might as well…

This was our yesterday. It’s one of the things I love about living in Florida. I like the idea of the beach, whether I go or not. I’ve always taken the ocean for granted, growing up in New York. But…

Tomorrow Lucas and Abigail star in their school Thanksgiving performance. They’ve been practicing hard, “standing for a really long time.” I’m arriving early to play photographer to a few classes, capturing the preK Native American love, then sitting stage center…

I’m at the library with books stacked to my chin; it’s the Holiday Preamble, a preface to the pudge, a prologue to the pounds. Planning for the holiday season makes me want to smack my mama and roll her in…