Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

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…

I am so goddamn happy.  It is so beautiful here that I feel as if I’m on vacation.  I keep turning to The Suitor with, "Can you believe we actually live here?  I mean, like this is our supermarket.  These…

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…

When I was in high school, there was an advanced placement exam to get into the AP English track.  The exam included Theodore Roethke’s poem, “My Papa’s Waltz.”  We were graded on our interpretation of it.  There was a right…