Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’ll never get it out, all the feelings I have.
I’ll never get them to you in a way you understand
I’ll never know how to say it in a way that won’t make you grieve
Because the second that…

Fear has been described as beautiful. There’s nothing sensual or ripe about it; it’s one of those lean emotions, the kind that rides bitch in the backseat, who suns on the golden shorelines of our “almost” moments, and manages to…

Because of napkins, we’re no longer friends.  We were sitting at the bar at—oh, what’s the name of that restaurant with the ridiculously absurd coconut sticky rice?—Ruby Foo’s, the one on the Upper West Side, near where I’d eventually live. …

“This is just what preemies go through, so expect a windy road, and try not to get too confident on the ups or too upset during the downs.”  Mix this advice up with some “You’re a fighter, and so are…

I loved my eighth grade English teacher, Mr. Israel.  He was such a hard-ass and commanded attention.  I was slightly scared of him, but mostly, I wanted to impress him.  He wasn’t one of those teachers who showed his like…