Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

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…

Behind a curtain that provided a false sense of privacy, I was plugged up to a hospital-grade breast pump. In the lactation room of Saint David’s Hospital in Austin, TX, I tried not to look. The consultants told me not…

I made this salad nine years ago. I remember because I was snowed in, with a boy sleeping over. Dulce was sleeping at another boy’s apartment in my same building. It felt like a tidy sitcom life, where your best…

Last time I went car shopping, I learned that “BOY HOWDY” was Texan for “OY VEY.” It’s time to go car shopping again, this time in the Northeast, just for me.

We currently own three cars, which means we’re paying…

Now that Christmas is over, there’s a tree to undress, to toss curbside, wrapping paper to recycle, a New Year’s resolution to avoid. Oh, and the returns, money back, do-overs. Lines, all without the mistletoe or merriment. People become grumpy.…

I showed L. Beckett the invitation to his sixth birthday party, the electronic last-minute card I put together, and upon seeing the glorious outline of a T-Rex (patterned with Hello Kitty), fat possum tears dribbled into his mouth. “No, Mama.…