Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’m needy; it’s the worst thing about me.  I’m dressed all in blue today, knowing I deserve happiness but fearing I’m going to be lonely for the rest of my life.  I’m a Rhett Miller song, and I Can’t. Stand.…

Just before sunset, when a squint can’t find its way onto the streets of Manhattan, is my favorite time of day to photograph people and neon.  Last night, while I was in it, noticing glowing signs and traffic lights, best…

When we’re missing, people look for us.  It’s the entire philosophy behind playing it cool.  When someone is gone, we imagine the best for them, and the worst for us.  Oftentimes, our imaginations are crueler than reality.  We’ll whine to…

I prefer rain to rays, crying to laughing, and analyzing to “enjoying the moment.”  Sunny Sunday afternoons fit in somewhere—add crapass central park to the mix, and we’re good to go, destination Hell. 
Once upon a Oncewife life, I frequented…

No slamming doors, look both ways, save it for a rainy day, don’t sit so close to the television.  The one I missed: don’t fall in love with love.  It’s as dangerous as mercury.
Falling in love with love is…

I umpire too quickly, sometimes, judging with my strict esoteric standards that exist only in my head.  “I was following the rules.”  The thing is, there are no rules, and the only “people” who are “looking”… well, is me.  I…

Happiness.  For Charlie Brown, it was finding a little redheaded girl’s chewed up pencil.  For Linus, it’s chasing random pigeons and receiving spontaneous pink belly rubs.  For me, and this is anything but new, happiness was achieved after being thrashed…

I wear my hair straight when I’m nervous; it makes me feel organized.  There’s a certain composure when it’s just smooth commas, falling down my back, allowing for rest and measured beats of calm. Pauses.  My ringlets are chaos, my…