Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

A couple of months ago, Phil and I bought Abigail and Sir Beckett their big kid beds. It’s just one of the many transitions they’ll go through. Soon, it will be time to introduce them to separate rooms. I’m guessing…

Every year on the first of January, I’m given another chance. Another opportunity to be the version of me that I want to be. Granted, every day is the first day of the rest of your life, but January begins…

May I just say that if you’re anything but a scant cup of sugar, you cannot get away with wearing a boyfriend jacket. Unless, of course, you’d like to be confused for someone’s boyfriend. Then by all means, cuff up…

A QUESTION FROM A GREEK TRAGEDY READER:
Hi Stephanie, I’m a big fan of your books, blog and style! Here’s my question in a nutshell: What is the difference between having a "personal style" and being "in a style rut?"…

Woo hoo, my honky ass is in Nashville, TN. I’m here for the Southern Festival of Books this Saturday. I will be speaking on a panel titled "It’s Eating You – Authors Tell All About Fat Camp and Loving Your…

Halloween is fast approaching. You need to arm yourself with more than a bowl of last year’s candy. As a guardian of your daughter’s sacred triangle and tas, it’s your obligation to instill discipline yet remain approachable. Always best to…

Diva Boutique in West Hollywood on Melrose far exceeded its name (by a few letters): assholes.
Words from the terribly pushy owner/saleswoman "helping" me: "You’re wearing it wrong." "It’s only twenty dollars." "No, let me get your size; I don’t…

In my recent video, Help Me Dress For Weather That’s Hot As Balls, I lifted up my shirt to reveal my Yummie Tummie tank top. It looks like a regular tank top, but it acts like a girl’s best…