Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

The Skin I’m In: My eyes puckered back up. I had an allergic reaction to the meds and creams the good doctor’s assistant prescribed. Dammit to hell, that pisses me off. I mean, I’m sure it would all be fine…

If you want to get all technical about it, the tots are fifteen and a half months old. But given that they were in tiny boxes trying to fatten up in a hospital for eight weeks, we’re told to give…

I stumbled upon a parenting forum where a mother referred to her child as an "Aspie Kid." How darling, I thought. I love nicknames. I bet it’s for little ones suffering with asthma. It makes no sense of course, but…

The first sound I heard this morning was a laugh. It came from behind their bedroom door. They usually awake each morning at 7AM. Today they slept in and chatted through their cribs. Delightful gurgles and chimes rang up through…

A year ago today you were born.  Lucas and Abigail.  I wasn’t allowed to touch you.  I was pumping and on the phone with loved ones, telling them we had both a boy and girl.  You were such a surprise. …

I took you to the hospital on Monday for another MRI.  We’ve got the routine down now.  They all know us there.  I know to dress you in clothes without metal snaps.  I know the cafeteria makes a killer patty…

You now clap on demand, young miss, especially after a few rounds of "If You’re Happy and You Know It."  And when you drink your bottle, you lounge as if you’re reading The New York Post with a farm-boy fanning…

Everyone in our house has a cold, though Lucas and I seem to be the healthiest of the sicklies.  Phil lost his voice, and Abigail found it, screaming as she does, like one of those kids on a Saturday at…