Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

jo artsy goes commando

I’m doing some writing at Jo’s Coffee again. When you’re a guest of Jo’s you have choices. Not just soy, skim, foam on the side, but there’s seating to consider. You can sit facing the parking lot, or…

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riding in cars with girls who talk like boys

I just left a message on one of my best friend’s work voicemails, saying the actual letters OMG. Not, Oh My God, but "OMG, I’m having a Legally Blonde moment and want to squeal! I also want to curse.…

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free for all thoughts

Already today I’ve cleaned my closet, cleared my bedside table, and organized the bathroom vanity. I took my allergy pill and a few others. Flax seeded it up. Mixed a shot of espresso with protein powder, and measured, yes, 8…

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not quite a key party: the adult sleepover

Pieces of the night are still coming to me. I remember asking you if I should make another cucumber saketini, to which you responded, "Hell, yeah." Bad, bad move. I remember cracking eggs, and saying, "Phil’s going to kill me when he…

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being out-niced by your neighbors, yet again

We were out-niced again. That’s what comes with living in Austin: Southern Hospitality. And it extends beyond a well-appointed powder room fit with Neiman Marcus hand soaps. It’s beyond handwritten notes on social stationery. Miniature black bottom cheesecakes wrapped in…

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dry humping nashville

"Cherry vodka, sprite, splash of grenadine, now guess." My new friend Brandy (the classy way to spell it) wanted me to guess the name of the drink she and her friends had created. "You’ll never guess," she said. And…

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the jealousy test

Diva Boutique in West Hollywood on Melrose far exceeded its name (by a few letters): assholes. Words from the terribly pushy owner/saleswoman "helping" me: "You’re wearing it wrong." "It’s only twenty dollars." "No, let me get your size; I don’t…

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trapped in a bad marriage

I‘m feeling concerned for a friend and confused about what, if anything, should be said. My former college roommate was a very bubbly person. Obviously, after school, we didn’t talk as much…but we kept in touch. Each time I see…

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learning how to bake: favorite books

WHY THE HELL DO I SUCK SO BAD AT BAKING? Or, more to the point, How do I get myself some help, ’cause we won’t be covering this in couples therapy this week. Answers, Straight Up is a section of…

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the secrets of objects

(Finding the Extraordinary on an ordinary rainy day) I sometimes think there are hidden secrets in our lives. Not things that we don’t want to tell people, or things about which we’re embarrassed, but the kind of secrets the…

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