Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Lost notes, live, as I see it.
That chick, I know her. She’s Richard Alpert’s woman, peg perego. Crap, no, that was Isabella. This lady before our eyes is Claudia; we haven’t met her before. And wait, Allison Janney? For…

Cheesy confession: I opted IN to receive inspirational daily quotations. It was from a low dysfunctional dieting moment, no doubt, where I was ready to do whatever it took… even if it took me to the intersection of Velveeta and…

In third grade, we were charged with decorating the hallway outside our classroom with a mural of the solar system. Girls all but yanked each others’ braided pigtails for a chance to place Saturn. For whatever reason Saturn just seemed…

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I think this calls for a trip to New York to see it the way it’s meant to be seen: with my New York pretty pack, the chicklets. We certainly didn’t dress up as a Carrie or a Miranda (though…

Confidence puts a lace pearl thong to shame in the sexy department. Charisma bitch slaps cleavage every day, and twice on Sundays. Personality trumps perfection. We get it. Wall know the answers, but the key is learning how to live…

Post Naked Dance tonight, Sir Luke and our Little Miss were getting ready for bed. Yes, it sounds a bit pervy, doing a naked dance with your children when it’s still light outside. Or maybe worse if it’s dark out?…

I feel stuck. Totally paralyzed. Depressed. I’m literally sitting on the "snack spot" in my kitchen, a careworn loveseat, unsure of what to do, where to go, what’s next. I don’t know where to start. It feels like there’s a…