Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

When a new neighbor moved into our neighborhood, my mother insisted we introduce ourselves, welcoming the strangers into the area with baked goods.  We made brownies when the O’Myra family moved in, six houses from ours.  It was the one…

I used to walk the streets of New York and sometimes count the number of people, in only one block, who were using their cell phones or bluetooth equivalent.  It depended, of course, in which part of the city I…

This weather prohibits friendship.  It looks white out, from all the rain, bouncing back up, but people call it gray.  The sky is white, as are my lightweight cargo pants.  I’ve packed all wrong and have only included warm-weather-wear.  How…

If Linus were a real friend, would he tell me I look fat in these jeans?  What kind of friend would he be?  I mean, I met him at Roosevelt Field mall, while shopping.  How ironic.  But I wonder now,…

I’m beginning to realize that this blog is becoming less of a diary than my daily IMs with friends.  See, I feel compelled to update them on everything: the fights we’re having over driving, parking, the damn GPS system.  "I…

My menstral cycle isn’t cycling.  It feels like it’s stalling.  Spot ran (and was first seen on March 19).  The 19th was the 17th day of my cycle.  Which means my cycle stalled.  Now, it’s April 18, 31 days later…

My bags are packed.  My belongings on a truck that will meet me in a week.  Until then, I’ll be sleeping on the Aero Bed in the heat, living out of a suitcase, without furniture, but with the ones I…

No one saw, which is good.  A tear slipped out when the pianist at Brandy’s Piano Bar sang the last verse of Coldplay’s “The Scientist.”
Nobody said it was easy, Oh it’s such a shame for us to partNobody said…