Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

It’s that time of year when I want to change my ringtone from Default to Deck The Halls, or, more accurately, to my favorite holiday song of all-time (sorry Santa Baby): Silver Bells.  It’s the season of holiday party invites,…

I have a word document on my desktop titled, "Thanksgiving."  It doesn’t list all the things for which I’m thankful, though maybe it should.  Maybe Thanksgiving is the time of year for resolutions.  When we give thanks, even listing the…

It’s the worst when you allow yourself to get excited. You begin to plan a future wrapped around this one hope. It’s really happening! And then, someone takes a furry turd and smears it on your corduroys. And dammit, they’re…

In high school it was school itself. Homework, studying for the SATs, building up a list of community service. It’s where all my energy went. You know, aside from being boy crazy and signing off with love each night to…

I so love the gay man. I need to adopt some here in Austin. I’m actually being set up on a fag hag date. I don’t know if there’s anyone more fun. I need more Austin lady friends who want…

Photo I took at MOMA, NY
I thought it would feel like a sauna, breathing in a dry sweet heat. It didn’t. Hot yoga, or bikram yoga, was more like walking into a toasty warm cabin on a snow day.…

 
I’m sure it’s a Mars and Venus in the Bedroom thing (Yes, I’ve read this book). Or written in some 1001 Ways To Be Romantic book: a tip for men, to help them understand woman. Something like, "If she…

 
I was dating Oliver, who believed Coldplay’s "The Scientist" was actually about a scientist.
"Have you not listened to the lyrics?" I asked as I swigged down the last of our wine.
"Yes, baby, and it’s very sad. No…