Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I‘m a stress-face case right now and have no intention of being human. I owe things. Writing. Shit needs to get done. Which means I can’t post about LOST (though holy love spuds that’s some good drugs right there), and…

I’m doing some writing at Jo’s Coffee again. When you’re a guest of Jo’s you have choices. Not just soy, skim, foam on the side, but there’s seating to consider. You can sit facing the parking lot, or you can…

I am tired as fook. But I had to share, quickly. Very quickly, as I sit here watching Ruby (the show, not a nickname for Miss Abigail Ruby). This recipe for avgolemono soup is pure sunshine, y’all! Zippy. Clean. Tempting.…

It’s not the biggest deal. Snow. I get that. Except when it’s the first time your children see it, the first time they run outside to taste it. The first time they run back inside to ask when the rich…

In April 2009, while in Los Angeles for meetings, I found myself caught in a sting. Maybe not really a sting, but the red light camera flashed as I drove through an intersection in Beverly Hills. Months later, the rental…

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,…

M y high school was a bunch of mollycoddled milksops. The Wheatley School in Old Westbury, NY, had bleachers and two goal posts, but it didn’t have a football team. People are more surprised that I attended a high school…

The last time I had a migraine was in college, when I’d been given pain medication for the removal of all four of my wisdom teeth. There was no swelling. I ate eggplant parmigiana. But as a reaction to the…