Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

It’s a distraction, I admit, but I love the “wind up” to events just as much, if not more, than the actual event. I love the idea of labeling hangers in my closet, each with a marked day/night of the…

I went in for my annual skin screening, where you get all nekked in Tahiti and let the doctor hold a light up to your “marks of beauty,” and I left with a clean bill of health, and a vibrator.…

I admit a lot of things, things people sometimes won’t even admit to themselves, never mind the world (wide web). I watch The Bachelor, The Bachelorette, and worse still, Bachelor Pad (and it’s boring!). That’s right. I admit it. I…

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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…

My skin is pallid. To the point where if my children awoke suddenly and noticed me, they might run to their father and swear it was snowing outside. Or in the bathroom… where I’ve been hiding. Frankly, I need a…

Ireceived emails ALL DAY yesterday about the details of how. "How does one go about playing at the other woman, you know, specifically."
Okay, then. The short of it: I called my man, casually asked him to come meet me…

I t’s happened: I look like a country western singer. It’s time for a haircut. The only person—it so appears—capable of giving a proper "long layers cut" in this town is an arrogant chamber pot of a French bastard named…