Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

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I realize I’ve fallen off the planet (aka been in Florida). No, I haven’t been working. I’ve been enjoying, though, which is something. Actually, isn’t it the whole point? Work should feel delicious and make you giddy. Only, I’ve been…

It’s official. Phil’s in Florida for the next eleven days, so these kids are getting a whole lotta Mama. Step 1: Set alarm clock. Because when Phil’s home I never manage to oversleep, and I never look at a clock.…

The other day, with Abigail and Luke snuggled up against me in bed, I read aloud to them from The Berenstain Bears Get in a Fight. I’ve saved a lot of books from when I was a child (yes, the…

It’s not that I don’t like Jewish food. I just tend to associate it with people who don’t know how to cook. They’re the types who put mini marshmallows on their Thanksgiving sweet potatoes and who eat cottage cheese mixed…

If you knew the actual date when someone close to you was going to die, would you treat them differently as the day drew nearer? Would you make an effort to make more? More memories, more laughter, more lasagna. If…

Aside from stories, I don’t sell anything. Photographs, art, books, scripts, words, I sell. I don’t sell out people or cameras I’ve outgrown, mostly because I’m loyal and lazy—though, not necessarily in that order. I also don’t sell houses, glass…

The move, or rather, the transition to Boca has me freaking out. See, when we’d first discussed the job opportunity, Phil explained that he’d travel to Florida every other week, from Sunday night to Wednesday. My immediate reaction wasn’t at…