Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

If we were children I would bake you a mud pie
Warm and brown beneath the sun
Never learned to climb a tree but I would try
Just to show you what I’d done.
– A Fine Frenzy “What I…

My mother bought the home in which I was raised because she liked the wallpaper in the bathroom. They’re too small to be deal-breakers, and they’d never make any cockamamie list you could ever dream up in a diary, but…

Marc Jacobs Honey fragrance doesn’t release until July, 2013, and I’m already singing it’s song. I hope it doesn’t smell of urine, as many honey scents tend to do. This just sounds deliciously juicy for summer. Yum. I hope it’s…

Oh, how they try! To sneak up on Phil, to trick him, what delight! And what a wonderful memory, to see two moving lumps beneath my duvet, lumps trying desperately not to be lumps, breathing lumps that can’t help but…

These things happen in threes. It’s what they say. “They” being people like my father, a man who actually owns a book of funeral home and cemetery locations. Who owns something like that? He also reads the obituaries daily. This…

I try to let the kids do their own homework without hovering. They want me to hover, and it would certainly go faster if I corrected them as they went. But, I value the skill of auto-correcting, realizing something isn’t…

Lucas puked. That’s where it began. In his bed, the middle of the night. Changing PJs, stripping the bed, two loads of laundry. More the next day. Then he recovered. Next night the bucket switched sides after Abigail ralphed all…

Side Note: I’m always stirred by the notes in rose perfumes, but I deeply despise grandmotherly scents, which we so often associate with roses. The two Les Parfums de Rosine scents I now own remind me of dating, of feeling…