Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I never eat steak.  Last night, at Raoul’s, I broke through never with a steak knife.  I didn’t just eat a steak; I ordered and slaughtered it, along with two orders of fries with mayonnaise, as promised.  It’s what I…

I was a food critic for 4 years.  “When Someone Else Is Paying” was a feature I wrote, for The Columbia Guide to New York, pointing patrons to the best of the best in Manhattan.  My senior year, I worked…

You worry if it’s broken, but aren’t sure yet, the way you feel when you’ve just dropped your cell phone. You look at it carefully, turn it on, and for a minute you hold your breath. Relationships just take longer…

I don’t believe in love at first sight between a man and a woman.  A parent and child, yes.  Your hairdresser who always makes you feel Diva, okay.  Jeans that make your ass look tight and your thighs look delicious,…

It’s hard to fake it when you have a pink stamp on your left hand.  Clearly, I’d been out, and not at some local bar out; I was out out. The smile on my hand was my first tell.  My…

You said you had another call.  “I’ll call you right back.  I have to take this.”  I knew it was work.  “Fifteen minutes” you said, but by then, my make up was off, my sweats were on, and I was…

I’d felt that, against a cab window, so many times before you, in that thick heavy silence where you’re wondering what’s next.  Your movements are no longer casual; everything feels heavier.  I’m tired of my re-run nights of mistakes, of…

I couldn’t decide what to wear.  I changed three times from sophisticated chic in my cashmere wheat colored wrap top with jeans and a blazer to a scarf top.  The scarf didn’t match the shoes I wanted to wear, some…