Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Work brings Phil to New York for the next two weeks. He left yesterday, so today was day one as single mom. I’m happy to report that I avoided both wine and drugs—aside from the hormones I’m taking that make…

The Bachelor, Ben Flajnik, sent Chicago girl Elyse Myers packing tonight. It happens. I have (almost) nothing to say about it other than these two things: 1) “What did I do wrong” is “the wrong.” Going there, blaming ourselves for…

Dominance. It’s been a theme that keeps ringing ’round, turning up at my stoop. To begin, when I first moved to Boca, I was invited to join a new book club that was in its infancy; I missed the first…

Okay, not for making out. But I feel very sexy when I’m able to apply makeup, when my makeup is organized and duplicated between cars, so I’m never all, “Shit, it’s in the other car!” These are my some of…

I don’t want to be this mother, and I caught myself doing it, adding to the very atmosphere and co-created relationship I hate. I heard myself competing with another mother.
I’m a Montessori psycho. I actually went to Michael’s, sorted…

In love.…

Nashville with Brandy and a bottle of  Tresseme Smooth Frizz-Fighting Hair Spray Gel
Know what kills me about living in Boca Raton? No, it’s not the humidity. It’s seeing the same uglyass hair on every other woman. We all know…

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Sir Luke surprised me this morning. I wasn’t drilling, just probing, assessing how much these sweet beans know. What do yellow and red make? “Orange,” he said without looking up. Blue and yellow? “Green.” Scoop of vanilla, scoop…