Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Blah. Blah. Blah. There. Now that that’s out of the way, we continue with our regularly scheduled randomness.
The beans graduate from Kindergarten this week, although school isn’t out until June 21st. At which point they’ll head off to day…

I‘ve been contemplating Eckhart Tolle’s theories on surrender lately. His ditty goes a little somethin’ like this: during an argument or fight with another person, or within yourself, if you find yourself riled up, becoming loud or animated, that is…

These things happen in threes. It’s what they say. “They” being people like my father, a man who actually owns a book of funeral home and cemetery locations. Who owns something like that? He also reads the obituaries daily. This…

Some firsts just happen.
Some come when I try.
Some firsts make me smile.
Some firsts make me cry.
But I knew at that moment—
though I’ve known all along—
that first things
first happen
when I’m brave, true, and…

At a birthday party for twins turning six, there was a running slideshow cast onto the walls of an indoor playground. As the kids played GaGa (dodgeball for feet, basically), I approached the mother of honor, wanting to thank her…

This year I’m not up for making any broad proclamations, no grand gestures or extreme promises. I’m not not resolving to create change, especially not as a way to low-ball myself, expect the worst and you’ll do better, no. I…

Now that Christmas is over, there’s a tree to undress, to toss curbside, wrapping paper to recycle, a New Year’s resolution to avoid. Oh, and the returns, money back, do-overs. Lines, all without the mistletoe or merriment. People become grumpy.…

My toilet is crying much of the time, running water with the cry of a preemie, so soft, but loud enough for my son to walk away from the television, across two rooms, to shut its door. The plumber is…