Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

You know what was awesome? When I had this blog a la single on the side. And I apparently shared too much. TMI for any guy. "No one will want to date you when you have a blog like this."…

We loved our nanny. We still love her, but she’s no longer our nanny. Right after the beans first birthday (December 7), our nanny received a phone call that her father was in intensive care in DC, that he’d been…

I’ve been receiving an extraordinary number of emails lately, all from readers, reaching out.  They’re hurting, just fresh from a breakup.  And each time I read a new email, I feel myself getting angry for them.  It’s not that I’m…

I didn’t so much mind the velvet ropes, just the bouncers and the authority games.  Being on the list.  Even being at a place with a list.  It was annoying and not at all who I was.  And even at…

Splitzville is always harder for the one who’s left behind.  It’s not about whose choice it was to end things, who was the one to initiate "the talk," who screwed up, who was rejected.  Well, it does matter, but usually…

The other day one of my most favorite people in the world called to wish me a happy birthday.  I was a stress ball, and I say "ball" as affectionately as possible.  My manuscript for Moose was due today (Woo…

"You’re a bitch on wheels" my mother once said to me when I was acting out as a child.  I wasn’t so much a child as a pain in the ass know-it-all.  I wasn’t driving a car or riding a…

I was watching her microwave a bagel when she said it.  It was one of those moments where your actions make you completely unaware that you’re even having a conversation.  My mouth was moving, and we were most certainly talking,…