Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I got the wrong nametag at the party. Everyone I meet thinks I’m independent, savvy, strong–interesting even. I’m tired of being her. I want to be little Ms. Dependent. To find someone I trust, then wear sweats and be dull.…

It means more when it comes from family.  I don’t care if you hate your family; you still, as much as you might hate to admit it, weigh what they say…more.  Their last words kind of hang on you, seeming…

Someone once said to me in the comment section of this blog that this would happen every time.  I wasn’t sure if it were true.  Last time, when my father and Carol were here, I cried for two days after…

I don’t know when periods come back after birth.  I have a feeling I’m PMS.  Because I have no other way to explain how fragile I feel right now.  It’s not normal.  I look at the people I love, and…

When I can’t sleep I try imagining myself stepping onto an escalator.  I watch each step collapse into the next and picture myself traveling down the steps, deeper into sleep.  This doesn’t really work all that well.  Here’s what does:…

I miss my Hampton’s weekends, meeting new people in the house, or driving to other houses to meet other people, or out to The Talkhouse or a clambake.  I remember being there, single, not too long ago, speaking with Alexandra…

The other night was my decision.  It wasn’t as if I were abandoned or even second choice.  I was planning to have dinner with The Suitor and one of his larger-than-life friends (who always gets a table at any booked…

"He doesn’t love me enough to move the relationship forward."  That was the basics.  I’ve heard it before.  He’ll say it has nothing to do with love, but we’ll feel it has everything to do with it.  Everything else is…