Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Unless you’re being paid to do so, it’s never interesting hearing about someone else’s dream; unless, there’s a decent likelihood that you may have made an appearance. “Your dream?” Fine, fine, so long as it’s about me. Self-centered, yes.
I’ve…

I have friends, at least four, who have had babies recently. I’ve been meaning to send something, but I stall each time because I can’t seem to nail what I want to give exactly. A collection of books? A baby…

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My house is dark and cold, without a phone signal. Candles, scented in flavors of how a pumpkin should smell. There is nothing to do without internet, without music, without movies or TV. We are just there, left with ourselves,…

I’m in one of those moods, where I have a to-do list and an action plan, but then I just kind of peter out, getting lost in the details and distraction of it all. I’ve been toying with the idea…

That Dr. Oz, love him or hate the idea of him because of the apple juice arsenic kerfuffle, is making me want to do something. I feel like upgrading my cabin to first class, or even business class, by way…

Rather than list all the things I haven’t been doing, with blog writing being on there somewhere, why not go at the affirmative? For instance, rather than carp about the fact that I haven’t been sleeping, I’ll trade you this…

I’m not sure what point there is in writing about feeling depressed. I think there’s some study that says purging isn’t actually good for you, and besides, who wants to read about how tired someone is, how fat, how very…