Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

 
Let them eat cake! A Magnolia Bakery cake, at that. My mother and I baked the beans a classic Magnolia vanilla bean birthday cake with cream cheese frosting, then I decorated the sucker like a May Day pole, because…

When it comes to weddings, I think of breakup songs, and when it comes to birthdays, I think of death. I’m still the girl who smears her name with her pinky, and wears the cake icing on her nose before…

If I were the type of mother who had time to devote to optional domestics I’d visit an art supply store–where they’d all naturally know me by name. And that name, of course, would be Doris, Flora, or Judy. I’d…

What exactly am I supposed to do? Do you think it would be easier for him to be around a wife who’s constantly doting and asking how he feels? Reminding him, each time, that he can’t relax and should instead…

I’m picking Phil’s parents up at the airport today. I’m really excited to have them here, and I’m looking forward to taking more photos of the tater tots with their grandparents. I hope to explore a bit more of Austin…

The Skin I’m In: My eyes puckered back up. I had an allergic reaction to the meds and creams the good doctor’s assistant prescribed. Dammit to hell, that pisses me off. I mean, I’m sure it would all be fine…

To all my daughter’s readers, I am Stephanie’s father.  Today, I am in Austin, Texas visiting her and her family.  This is just the third time I have ever seen my grandchildren even though they were born just over fifteen…

Sometimes in life you come upon a real character. A person so full of life, they seem to splash over, brimful.  I’m not talking about people who are "always on," always trying.  To entertain.  To impress.  But of people who…