Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

500 days of summer in spring

500 Days of Summer deserved to be nominated. During our impromptu Oscar gathering, I went a little Rainman. "Write it down. Did you write it down? An Education and 500 Days of Summer. Now."  Then I repeated it. And…

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jo artsy goes commando

I’m doing some writing at Jo’s Coffee again. When you’re a guest of Jo’s you have choices. Not just soy, skim, foam on the side, but there’s seating to consider. You can sit facing the parking lot, or…

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riding in cars with girls who talk like boys

I just left a message on one of my best friend’s work voicemails, saying the actual letters OMG. Not, Oh My God, but "OMG, I’m having a Legally Blonde moment and want to squeal! I also want to curse.…

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free for all thoughts

Already today I’ve cleaned my closet, cleared my bedside table, and organized the bathroom vanity. I took my allergy pill and a few others. Flax seeded it up. Mixed a shot of espresso with protein powder, and measured, yes, 8…

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losing yourself in a marriage

I realized last night, as I watch An Education, that I will eventually be able to get to that place where everything is mine again. Where I won’t have to compromise, where I can sleep-in, without someone commenting on it.…

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you can’t teach passion

I have moments every day where I’m excited. In love with the way Abigail says orange (or-shan-ge), hamburger (hamma-g-burger), and vanilla (bella). Love the way Lucas waits to hear me tell him I love him, then he SIGHS every…

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writing tips (from an author) on how to craft an online dating profile

QUESTION FROM A GREEK TRAGEDY READER: I’ve been trying to meet someone for the past 5 years, in and out of semi-serious "relationshits" (as you call them). Sometimes he breaks it off, sometimes I do. Nothing dramatic, really, just…

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where the real magic (now) happens

I went to couples therapy alone last week. The Suitor was out of town, in New York, giving me a rambunctious case of food jealousy with his updates about Nobu 57, Bobby Van’s, The Brandy Library, Spring Lounge, Onieals…

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when the cat’s away…

This is terrible to admit. I feel like dancing now that Phil’s gone for a week. I don’t mean it in a mean way. I love my man. But I also love my girl time, my time. No compromise.…

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whore lure: the scent of sex

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…

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