Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Far bigger than my balls, I have an enormous set of lungs. I can belt it out with the best of ‘em. That’s right, while other women might go sans bra or honest best friend (who lets you just chafe…

“Mama? What are fossils?”
I have no idea. I mean, I have some idea. I know they are proof, that it’s hardened sand or rock, prints captured. I try to explain this, hoping I’m right. “Fossils? Well, do you know…

This was totally me. This is the life I’d always imaged from my one-bedroom Upper West Side apartment. I wanted this *right here,* this kid-sopped life of learning, finger paint, and gusto. A life with a smock. And I’m in…

I‘ve been telling the kids how we’re going to do a “day in the life slice” of their lives. Similar to the book, What Happens on Wednesdays, filled with all the activities that happen in a day. Then I imagined…

GIRLS NIGHT OUT. What a godawful phrase. It’s right up there with Mum’s The Word. So, call it what you will—Hen Party? Really?—but last night I was invited to a gathering of eight women. Over plates of sushi, I’m amazed…

I am the opposite of sly.

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Dinner at my new Boca Casa tonight will consist of burrata balls, arugula, grape tomatoes, a ribbon of pesto, a whirl of Olio Santo and a smear of balsamic…

Yesterday I took the sprouts to their first Floridian play date. One of the camp mothers in their class had invited us to their home to splash at their community “sprayground,” to swim, then off to their house. It was…

They won’t always get far on it, but kids (and parents) will whine. I try not to respond to it, but sometimes I slip into a stir-crazed state of empathy and can’t help but jump on the boredom is bad…