Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

conversations I would have with my younger self

What would I say, if I could, to my younger self?  You know, if we went for drinks at a Mexican joint, and I began a sentence with, "Okay, there’s something you should know…" what would follow?  It’s easy to…

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the secrets of objects

(Finding the Extraordinary on an ordinary rainy day) I sometimes think there are hidden secrets in our lives. Not things that we don’t want to tell people, or things about which we’re embarrassed, but the kind of secrets the…

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a death row pardon 2 minutes too late

"I'm afraid that if I start dreaming, I'll lose my way." I wrote it in my journal just the other day and immediately saw the irony. When we stop following our dreams, isn't that when we've lost our way…

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imperfect love

Whether we insist on sleeping without socks, or if we're the type who unconsciously squints when we really like something, we want so much to be adored for our sidelines. For the little things most people miss, the smaller…

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why we look our best + realize it least

Upon viewing some of my past skinny pictures, someone recently commented, "Seeing how amazing you look at 118 pounds, what keeps you from going on an extreme diet to recapture that?" I have an answer. Ignoring the…

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the line outside the velvet ropes of the wiggle room

I didn't so much mind the velvet ropes, just the bouncers and the authority games.  Being on the list.  Even being at a place with a list.  It was annoying and not at all who I was.  And even…

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mean people suck, what will you suck back?

Imagine, as you must, that I get a pile of shit everyday from drive-by readers who want to bitch me out because they honestly believe I write this blog to entertain them.  Now double it.  I of course get your…

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breakups and breakthroughs

I have friends, quite a few, who are, as of late, going through breakups.  Not the kind you shrug at and say, “this too shall pass.”  Decades.  Half decades.  I have a friend, of course I do, who dated a…

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the story of abigail & lucas

I wasn’t afraid of feeling pain. I was afraid they were going to be pulled from my body, lifeless.  I wouldn’t hear them cry.  We’d all wait, in an inhale.  A technician would check a clock. They’d blink at a…

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i can’t make you love me, if you don’t?

I just get so crazy when he isn’t giving me what he used to.  His emails used to be about how he thought of me constantly and looked forward to being with me at the end of his day… how…

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