Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

the book club that wasn’t

View all the pics from the night >> I’m in new shoes so there are blisters. It’s a Thursday night, and I’ve accidentally abandoned my cell phone at home. In a game time decision, I choose Paradou as destination…

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apples and pears

I am short waisted, and believe it or not, petite.  Petite, although I always feel tall.  Petite is about proportion, not height.  You so didn’t know that.  Being short waisted means I’m all legs.  It also…

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do nothing

I can’t sleep.  I call Michael.  "Can you please come over and install my air-conditioner?"  Because no matter how many things I’m capable of doing on my own, I’m not Popeye, despite my affinity for spinach.  “No, sweetie. …

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enchantment passing through

I am head over Manolo pumps in love. Maybe it’s the storm. Okay, fine, it’s infatuation. I’m “in want” with Adam Pascal. Maybe it’s the tumultuous weather, but I’ve listened to Aida’s “Elaborate Lives” at least 15 times…

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greek tragedy

  Greek "Tragedy" is what you make of it In high school I was "Moose," the fat smart-ass president of the science club—oh yes I was, too. Upon my arrival at college, I was thin and on my way…

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gray, the new black

I don't hike unless there's food at the top.  Maybe a view, but it has to be spectacular, and if I don't have my camera, then forget it.  I'll do the incline, work hard, but it has to be worth…

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mother’s day

I remember nights spent in your bed.  Lea and I would wiggle into the middle of it.  She would rub Poppa’s head with a paper towel and I would massage your feet with Kerri lotion.  I always chose…

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chicken cutlets

Kids are picky eaters. They like McDonald’s, but they want their hamburger without the yunyin (or onion). I was a big fan of chicken clucklets (or cutlets), and still am. In fact, after my 9 years as I vegetarian,…

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maritime meat

“You’re from Syosset aren’t you?” “Mmhmm. Yes.” “Okay, fine, I know you’re Nathalie Portman, and I think you’re fabulous.” “Oh thank you.” She is small, but her smile is big and genuine. “I’m sure all your…

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silent thunder

You always ate the heart out of everything. Left me with the dead, the putrid, and the unsought after. Me got the stem of the apple, the dry tasteless hard part, Myself got the thick skin, and…

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