Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

"You could really use a glass of wine right about now," The Suitor said to me in our car.  I was cranky, and quite miserable actually, that none of my clothes fit.  "This is a good thing," he reminded me. …

This weekend, in very last minute fashion, The Suitor and I took a road trip to San Antonio.  Once we pulled into a lot and left the confines of our air-conditioning, I declared the obvious: "Damn, it’s hot.""This is why…

I threw up dinner, then calmed myself into a sleep by watching Miracle on 34th Street (the new one, though I like them both).  I love Christmas anything, anytime of year.  It comforts me, the songs and colors, the believing. …

"Smell it.""I can’t hear you.""Oh come on, just smell it."  Silence.  "It’ll make me happy.  Please?""No.""But it’s torture taking these vitamins.  Just smell it, so you know what I’m going through here!"
You can, anyone can, actually gag, I am…

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…