Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I loved taking the beans to the New York Public Library. We were walking across town from Grand Central Station, and when the library first came into view, I asked them if the area reminded them of any of the…

The highlights from my New York moments…

Almost as much as she loves playing Octomom and Matisse, Abigail loses track of time when she’s building with blocks.
The Hayden Planetarium might’ve hit the list had the shows not been sold…

A Pink Escalade Pulls Up To A Nail Salon Demanding a Shellac Manicure
You can tell just about all there is to know about a city based on the goods it sells roadside. Forget the country-wide offerings at seasonal fruit…

I found my peeps in a consignment shop. A Madison Avenue consignment shop, but a used clothes store just the same. And, please. “Vintage” is to “Dried Pitted Plums” as “Pit & Crotch Clothes” is to “Prunes.” Get over it.…

The problem with writing so intermittently is that it takes too long to bring you up to speed. By “you” I mean me, my diary, just a recap of it all. There’s too much to remember. Like how at the…

Since you’re so great at planning days out in NYC, what do you recommend for a day out in NYC with a 4 year old?
 
Puppies ARE cuter than any baby in the world.
Face it, all babies look…

(Sweet Girl Moments That Last A Lifetime… And Waistline)
“Wait. Can we just take a moment,” I said, stopping Dulce mid-step. We’d just emerged from the stairwell of Takashimaya, a boutique New York department store with a Japanese flair.  It’s…

I like fancy. I like French manicured toes and the notion of finger bowls, despite not quite knowing what to do with them–you know, aside from (gasp) serving soup in them. I like using the fine china on a Tuesday.…