Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

From time to time I receive emails with subject lines like, "Have you seen this?"  Sometimes it’s from a close friend, other times a regular reader.  They’ve stumbled across another blog and wonder if I’ve seen it.  This happened to…

Lucas, with a serious case of gas
I’m a lactivist, but I’d never make another woman feel bad about her choice not to breastfeed her children.  My pediatrician admitted that even with over 20 years experience, he cannot tell the…

It always puzzled me, those people who checked the weather in states other than their own.  My father checks the weather in Austin and Montana (where his two girls live now).  I suppose it makes him feel closer, knowing what…

This time last year I was not a wife.  I was not pregnant.  I was not a published author.  I was living in New York.  A year later and I’m living in Texas, married, published, with a son and a…

"I’m sorry you feel that way" is so not an apology.  "I’m sorry I hurt you" is its first cousin.  Dishing out these overused phrases, even in sincere tones, doesn’t work, simply because they don’t imply wrongdoing.  And yes, that’s…

Today I miss the Museum.  Any of ‘em really.  The Guggenheim especially, and I never fancied myself as a museum kind of girl.  But now I really miss long days of tea and umbrellas and spending an afternoon reading and…

I needed a break.  I slipped into 40 Carrots, a bustling restaurant in the basement of Bloomingdale’s, coveted for its plain frozen yogurt and half-sandwich-soup deals, just beyond the plus-size section.  I didn’t exactly slip, actually.  I assumed a sawhorse…

There’s something a bit strange for me about becoming friends with someone who has seen me naked.  It’s one thing if you’re already friends, then you happen to go to the gym together, or have to share a fitting room. …