Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

In love.…

This morning at Blendz Cafe in Woodfield Country Club, a woman, mid-50s, brunette ponytail, racer-back tank, coordinated running shorts, says to the bartender in a voice loud enough for me to turn and stare, to see who would actually speak…

I’m back at the apple store. Breaking up with my Air because it won’t give me enough space. Literally. The space bar is being a punk when my hand is even slightly to the right on the bar. Sigh. This…

Since upgrading to WordPress 3.1 yesterday, all my blog posts are showing up as 404 Page Not Found. “My people” are working on it. God bless nerds.…

The problem with writing so intermittently is that it takes too long to bring you up to speed. By “you” I mean me, my diary, just a recap of it all. There’s too much to remember. Like how at the…

Yoo hoo, Texans. Over here. A wee bit closer. Bam. Here it is, an opportunity to hear me speak from the heart about strength, courage, and wisdom. I’ll be my own version of an India Arie song, sharing the raw…

“Summer’s end” ended with a snow day. Mind you, there’s not a flake in sight. But this town shuts down when it rains, and oh, how there’s rain. Nothing beats thunder, when afternoon feels like midnight, fingerprints on windows, nooners…

I’m working from Whole Foods Flagship store today. I’m already here. When I lived in Manhattan and had business cards and a 401k, I strolled into work at 10:30 AM. Now, I’m pulling into the Whole Foods parking lot at…