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…

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…

Our Thanksgiving table, half set, lined with dried Magnolia leaves & real blue pumpkins
It’s damn near impossible to pull off. The triple jump through Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years—add Hanukkah and a single birthday party for boy/girl twins, and…

Helicopter parenting: when parents hover and drop the ladder to rescue their children from challenging situations that may lead to some type of failure.
It’s been looming overhead for me lately. Specifically, with regard to “social failure” I’ve been questioning…

From cartoon character sandwiches to bento boxed lunches, putting food on the table is suddenly an undertaking. How do working parents work it?

Eggs are a foul foul way to go through lunch. Don’t get me wrong, we all love…

She came home from camp with her face in her hands. No sound coming out. I knelt down to ask, touching her arm, letting her know I was there when she was ready.
Every day when Abigail returns home from…