Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

On the mornings I drive the beans to school, Wednesday & Thursdays, we listen to showtunes. Except, of course, during November, when we’re getting a head start on holiday music. We have time for three songs, and they usually request,…

"Cherry vodka, sprite, splash of grenadine, now guess." My new friend Brandy (the classy way to spell it) wanted me to guess the name of the drink she and her friends had created. "You’ll never guess," she said. And she…

The Soundtracks of Our Summers
We’re all living our little lives, with our little earbuds, hoping to live out loud, writing the soundtracks to our lives, as they happen. We all must think it sometimes: that our lives are movies…

An Amazing Loss
I was in my kitchen when I heard the news. I’d turned off the TV earlier, and the only music we heard was from the bite-sized voices in the living room: my children. Phil was out, picking…

When I was a little girl–and perhaps it’s because I’m a redhead–all I wanted to be when I grew up was Annie. I used to sing songs from the musical on my front lawn, at 7am–belted "Maybe" as if my…

 
I was thinking today about empowering moments in my life, underdog moments, rising above it, I don’t give a shit what you think moments.
They come down to being told "no," and doing it anyway. They’re defiant moments.  I…

I’ve been listening to Meredith Brooks’s "Bitch" on repeat today. It’s not that I think I’m a bitch or that I’m one of those women who takes some kind of pride and power in calling herself a bitch, as if…

My life has changed–not so much that it’s unrecognizable, even if I am now in Texas, where they let us rock the vote early (which I just did). But it’s changed. I no longer find time to buy music CDs.…