Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

It’s kind of absurd how happy I am here in Los Angeles. Phil and I are staying with dear friends in West Hollywood. Over dinner last night, said friends told me how when I was touring for Straight Up and…

Post Naked Dance tonight, Sir Luke and our Little Miss were getting ready for bed. Yes, it sounds a bit pervy, doing a naked dance with your children when it’s still light outside. Or maybe worse if it’s dark out?…

I‘m a stress-face case right now and have no intention of being human. I owe things. Writing. Shit needs to get done. Which means I can’t post about LOST (though holy love spuds that’s some good drugs right there), and…

I’m doing some writing at Jo’s Coffee again. When you’re a guest of Jo’s you have choices. Not just soy, skim, foam on the side, but there’s seating to consider. You can sit facing the parking lot, or you can…

I have a doctor’s appointment today, so I showered. It was the least I could do. As much as I want to cancel, I know it’s important to have regular check ups. Especially when it comes to the girly gadgets.…

It’s not the biggest deal. Snow. I get that. Except when it’s the first time your children see it, the first time they run outside to taste it. The first time they run back inside to ask when the rich…

In April 2009, while in Los Angeles for meetings, I found myself caught in a sting. Maybe not really a sting, but the red light camera flashed as I drove through an intersection in Beverly Hills. Months later, the rental…

M y high school was a bunch of mollycoddled milksops. The Wheatley School in Old Westbury, NY, had bleachers and two goal posts, but it didn’t have a football team. People are more surprised that I attended a high school…