Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I went to the gynecologist yesterday for an annual exam. I’m 36 years old. I know my period has been fucked up for over a year now, coming infrequently. I assumed it was because of the weight loss and stress…

This morning I was invited to Lucas’s school for “Torah Time,” an intimate meeting with rabbis, where together with our children, we learn the significance of the Torah. At one point, the parents and caregivers of nineteen children were welcomed…

My Beautiful Sissy Lea
Now that I’ve been living in Texas long enough to own burnt orange, I now have the right to refer to my sister as “sissy.” From my sissy last night via Facebook:
“I love that when…

Aside from stories, I don’t sell anything. Photographs, art, books, scripts, words, I sell. I don’t sell out people or cameras I’ve outgrown, mostly because I’m loyal and lazy—though, not necessarily in that order. I also don’t sell houses, glass…

They say these things happen in threes. I don’t know what it is; there’s something happening. Over the past two weeks I’ve received news. None of it is my news, but it’s the kind of news you turn over and…

Or anywhere, for that matter. Just, ew. Yet.
Oh, yes, there is a yet, a yet with a proof.

New York Jetsons in Texas
Yesterday we all dressed in JETS clothing for “the game.” Mind you we weren’t going to…

 
Or something like that. I don’t remember the exact words the rabbi used when pronouncing my father married to his Bronx-born bride, but that was the gist of it. Be willing to be vulnerable. Open. An open heart, open…

A bout the time when I was graduating from college, a man spoke to me about career choices, his own, and those of his grown children—almost all successes with lively families enjoying their work and the accolades that came with…