Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

More than.  Less than.  Greater than.  Equal to.  We learned it in school with polite little symbols.  Carrots, really, wedged into our everyday lives, where everyday consisted of lunch trays, chalkboards, and playground carpeting.  And then we grow up and…

FRIEND:  So how’s motherhood treating you?
STEPHANIE:  Hiya friend.  So I’m sitting in our living room, drinking some wine, watching the kids cry in their bouncy seats.  Phil and I are getting blood drawn tomorrow for life insurance.  They send…

I got the wrong nametag at the party. Everyone I meet thinks I’m independent, savvy, strong–interesting even. I’m tired of being her. I want to be little Ms. Dependent. To find someone I trust, then wear sweats and be dull.…

They’re almost three-months-old, gestationally, so it seemed fitting to include them in the six-month-old play date, considering by the time they’re two, they’ll have finally caught up.  These are the kids with whom Lucas and Abigail will be in school…

She always beats me to it.  When Heather swung through my front door this time, we hugged without apologies.  "This time," she said, "I can really hug you."  My breasts weren’t in pain but my shoulders were.  Sunburn.  When I…

I don’t write on this blog as often as you’d think.  Admittedly my focus has shifted to the twins, so I don’t have the time to post as regularly.  On the chance that they’re sleeping or being watched after by…

We had our car seats installed by the department of safety.  Okay, not the whole department.  A cop, named Vicki who was a man.  Actually, I don’t know who at the department did it.  I wasn’t there, but I was…

I’m on the watch for it because according to the cloying commercials, depression hurts everyone.  I went for a check-up yesterday with my OBGYN.  He is such a gentle warm man.  With my feet on the floor and my bare…