Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

One of my friends in Boca had a Facebook status update that went a little somethin’ like this:
“Lea comes home and tells me another kid put a booger and saliva on her arm today but don’t worry she wiped…

A few months ago, I wrote about tequila friends. The words that hadn’t made it past my edits went like this:
If we don’t make time for it today, then it’s really not all that important to us. And “it”…

I‘m feeling anti-social lately, and I think it might have to do with holiday “nesting.” While there’s no baby on the way (I’m eating as if there were), I still feel a strong pull to home, to snuggle with my…

Chocolate caramel tart with sea salt; it’s what I was going for. A new friend—mind you all my friends in Florida are “new,” though all aren’t “friends,” but we’ll scratch that surface later—invited me to a new tradition at her…

Tonight was good. I had planned to meet a few women for drinks and dinner, then I’d race off early to make it to the new book club I was invited to join. Love nights like that, where you get…

I‘m cranky and tired and don’t feel like adventure, which isn’t like me. Today I went into a Forever 21 inside the Town Center mall, and I found myself letting out a little whine because the Forever 21 here in…

I‘m just going to come out with it. I’ve met “The Mothers.”
If you had nothing more to go on, and you closed your eyes and tried, perhaps the following free-associations might bubble to the top:
Talk of product recalls…

A few things. There’s been some back and forth book drama and headaches and not enough sleep, but I’m fine. In a crazed, still-adjusting, holy airbags, did I really just cut someone off in the B’nai Israel morning drop-off? I…