Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I didn’t know what to do.  I am living my dream, have amazing friends who make me laugh until I snort, the kind I want to grow old with.  I treasure my family.  I have everything I’ve ever wanted.  But…

I used the razor, the one when you’re at someone’s beach house you’re supposed to ignore.  I used it, taking care to remember its last position on the shower shelf, to remember how to return it.  I shaved my legs,…

I remember reading a break-up book for lesbians in a taxicab. It was my book, not something I found near the rubber floor matting.  It was raining.  I pulled my knees to my chest as we drove down fifth avenue. …

So much of my past is hiding beneath my bed in boxes of letters and photographs, but more of it is in my cupboards.  I used to make espresso every morning.  My coffee pot had a timer, so I’d awake…

I awoke this morning on the right side of the bed feeling wrong.  In my dream, you made plans with your friends to go to Pink Elephant, even though you knew I’d spent the day collecting your favorite ingredients.  I’d…

When a 91-year-old gets the microphone, people listen.  It means more when an elder cuts the corner of your challah.  He knows things.  He knows more than the bride since she was teething; he knows secrets.  But when he’s standing…

My friends and I sometimes share our number with one another.  I’m not talking lbs., our Purity Test scores, or the number of things we wanted to accomplish by 30 years old.  I’m talking sexual partners.  Sometimes she’ll recruit an…

There are so many moments where I wished.  I wish I’d said this, or held on longer.  If only.  If I’d opened my mouth.  If I turned around.  If I stared back instead of away.  So many of my wishes…