Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

It’s no secret that I’m addicted to cookbooks. I have zero desire to go cold turkey or even curb the habit. Cookbooks bring me joy, much more so even than cooking. They’re inspirational and hold promise and satiety. So when…

She dropped the Branzino on the goddamn floor. Only, my father and his wife Carol didn’t know it yet. They were dining with another couple, moving forks of iceberg lettuce into their carnivorous mouths, waiting. “You know, the ladies, they…

I’m quitting an inherited friend.  I received her back when I was a plump pre-pubescent priss.  No one wanted to befriend her because she was an irritating jap, but I took pity on her, certain there was more to this…

He knows he can have me.  It’s something he won’t forget, like his own birthday.  He knows I’d leave you if he asked.  If he stepped up, said, “ready.”  If only he’d say so.  Save you from you.
 
He…