Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Abigail has had a fever for the past two days. 102. Poor thing just wants to breathe on me and use my face as a tissue. So we’re sick, together, again. Her more than me. In writing the pilot of…

What do you do when each time you go in to wake your daughter up from a nap, she’s already standing, naked, holding her own feces? You know, aside from running the bath water and putting your house up on…

 
Let them eat cake! A Magnolia Bakery cake, at that. My mother and I baked the beans a classic Magnolia vanilla bean birthday cake with cream cheese frosting, then I decorated the sucker like a May Day pole, because…

This is a list more for me than anyone else. It’s a list that helps me punch things into order. Makes me feel like a good mother, even on days when the very last thing I want to do is…

I am hoping to go to the movies today. Get there at the first showing and stay there until about 1pm, given that I have a conference call at 2pm, when the work will start all over again. I’m still…

My life has changed–not so much that it’s unrecognizable, even if I am now in Texas, where they let us rock the vote early (which I just did). But it’s changed. I no longer find time to buy music CDs.…

I am all over the place–not just my clothes pulled from a suitcase, littering my closet floors, or the weave of words in this post, or even my travel schedule, or hair. I’m a blur of thoughts and to-do lists,…

Having boy/girl twins, I have the opportunity to see how a boy and girl—or rather this particular boy and tater tot—are developing, and what if anything, their gender preferences are. Each of them, could of course be prototypical or atypical,…