Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

My younger sister Lea flew up from Florida to stay with us for a few days. Before that, my dear friend Shannan and her family flew from Austin, Texas for a quick visit. We’ve been busy, busting through Manhattan, breezing…

Kreplach hit the fan a few Passovers ago. Because ceiling fans are ugly and because triangular noodles filled with chopped meat are a no-go when it comes to keeping kosher for Passover, no, nothing actually hit the fan, but I…

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…