Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Today was one of those days where you can kind of stop and see your life, in a pause, a quiet moment, something that feels like an anchor, even if you’ve never held an anchor. Because who really is in…

Swingers Without Music
So, is it just me, or have you heard that Woodfield CC is full of crazy. I’m thrilled to be there, don’t get me wrong. I love me crazy-long-time. Despite the fact that half of Plainview and…

It’s official. Phil’s in Florida for the next eleven days, so these kids are getting a whole lotta Mama. Step 1: Set alarm clock. Because when Phil’s home I never manage to oversleep, and I never look at a clock.…

The other day, with Abigail and Luke snuggled up against me in bed, I read aloud to them from The Berenstain Bears Get in a Fight. I’ve saved a lot of books from when I was a child (yes, the…

Aside from stories, I don’t sell anything. Photographs, art, books, scripts, words, I sell. I don’t sell out people or cameras I’ve outgrown, mostly because I’m loyal and lazy—though, not necessarily in that order. I also don’t sell houses, glass…

I believe in raising my children to be respectful by doing, not telling. If I don’t want my guppies to scream or scold or to yank things out of other people’s hands, then I certainly won’t do it to them.…

“Let My People Go!” So, alright already; they let ‘em go. But I tell you what, they didn’t go to Texas.
When I first moved to Austin, I was pretty sure we’d be the only Jews on the block. Though…

(Luke & Abigail, Age 2)
Phil’s college friends, a couple with a two-year-old daughter, have been staying with us for the past eight days. Today is day nine. Their departure date was this coming Monday, day twelve. Yes, was. They’ve…