Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I went to SAKS yesterday, mainly to help The Suitor find a suit.  Of course I pulled the whole, "I’ll meet you in the men’s department in a bit," thing, then hit the sale racks.  I can’t help myself.  In…

On December 15, 2005 stage lights were upon me in a dank Manhattan theater as I performed, before a live audience, for HBO’s US Comedy Arts Festival.  Weeks before, I committed to reading a passage from my memoir, Straight Up…

Tomorrow is a big day for me.  My book, Straight Up And Dirty, comes out.  Onto actual shelves in actual stores.  I’m in Austin, so friends keep emailing, "So, are you excited?"   I’m sick is what I am, and none…

There was a woman in my JCC writing class who dreamt of her husband before ever meeting him.  I remember writing in the margin of her work that I got chills when I read it.  That night, after class, I…

I took one yesterday, in the afternoon, because The Suitor insisted, "come on, don’t you have to pee now?"  It was the five-day early pregnancy test.  My breasts have been hurting, and I’ve felt slightly naush.  Negative.  Then I got…

“More Room for Baby,” an episode of Designed to Sell on HGTV—where experts come in and help homeowners modify their homes for best resale value—has been suggested to me by TiVo.  Well of course it has.  Baby everything is everywhere…

"Yeah, but I think I’m ovulating."
"Woo hoo."
"Yeah."
"What do you mean, you think?"
Do I go there?  Do I discuss discharge and the ovulation kit strips I pee on each morning?  I think he’ll close his eyes and…

The day my future husband asked my father for my hand in marriage, I wrote a letter.  I decided to post that letter (in its entirety, under the category "past tense") because it’s not the same sorrow without knowing the…