Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I was going to post about you tonight, but it would upset too much in my life. I’m learning for the first time what it feels like, regret in writing. I’m learning how jealous fits, how irrational and messy feels. …

I’m horrible with remembering the names of people.  I can repeat them as soon as they’re offered, but I rarely remember.  I’m especially bad when I should really know their name, with someone I’ll work with daily or someone who…

With a murderer or thief, you know what you’ve got. You know what you’re dealing with, but with a liar, you never know what you’re dealing with.  In high school, part of SWS (School Within a School) was having community…

I’m pissed off.  L’Oreal discontinued my frickin’ hair gel, and yes I know there are big things going on in the world which warrant my attention.  Blah.  Blah.  Let me tell you, Stephanie without good hair product is not a…

“You know who I think is a slut?”
“Who?”  My cab driver, I am certain, is Martin Landau’s beatnik twin.
“Paris Hilton.”
“Yeah, that’s news.  Can you turn on 1010 Wins?”
“I just had two ladies in my cab who…

I don’t know how old I was, but if I’d found the psychology book my father had been reading at the time, I’m sure I could tell you.  I was young enough that I was accustomed to baths with someone…

My refrigerator is nearly empty, aside from the Sarabeth jams, the Land O Lakes sweet butter, and the baking soda.  2 eggs.  Blackberry sodas, and I don’t even drink soda unless I’m at the movies or a Jewish Deli where…

Today I atoned for my sins in a theatre.  The E-walk theatre… which sounds like the Ewok Theatre, watching a movie that was more war than stars.  40 year Old Virgin.  I kept hoping it would become funny.  It didn’t…