Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

While Eddie and I drink two bottles of Red I’ve brought back from Italy, I read to him from my Tantric Sex book.  “I want to know if you’d be freaked out if I did any of these things to…

I thought twice about writing because of the whole “do you even know how to be in the moment?” thing.  This is my moment though.  Way too often I get grief about always hiding behind my camera or notepad with…

Things have not improved whatsoever since last week.  The only added bonus is that I weigh 120.5 lbs.  Tomorrow I’ll be 124 lbs., though, because today things seemed okay.   My life has been turned up side down.  This has been…

When it comes to boys, nicknames happen to help us keep ‘em all straight. 
“You know, Connecticut Brian.”“Oh, but who are you having dinner with?”“Jon.”“Which Jon?”“Fun Jon.”“Well who do you like the most right now?  Dirty Dave, Captain Jack, or…

This seriously makes me feel sick.  It’s my freaking inbox for the love of God and all things digital. Get out.  Right Now.  It’s the end of you and me.  It’s worthy of Jo Jo lyrics, damn it.
For all…

I’m narcissistic.  I spoon into it from time to time along with the banana pudding from Magnolia Bakery.  When I hear a story, I think of how it applies to me.  Me. Me. Me.  I certainly don’t wallop myself over…

I can’t sleep.  As in, haven’t slept in a few nights really, and I’m not the kind of person with things like insomnia.  I’m pre something or other.  I have to be, though I’m not quite sure because I’m not…

It comes down to a number; it always does.  Whether it’s age, weight, or in this case, the size of the new jeans I had to purchase today, I’m a slave to numbers and what they mean.  Over the past…