Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Book clubs in the house, in the bistro, and most definitely in vogue: it’s my second this month. I appeared at my first book club where I’ve ever, in person, showed up at someone’s home to discuss my own books–my…

 
Sometimes the world gets small on me. So small it stops fitting. You run into a life you had once upon a time ago, and you wonder where you would be now had you stepped to the right instead…

Despite being my first day back in Austin, it feels like I’m still in New York. I realize it’s because I have plans. In NYC there was always a birthday party, a new restaurant opening, or a bar where we’d…

I’m thinking of you today as I sort through myPod. It’s in hideous disarray; you would not approve. "Clean this shite up, Stephanie!" you’d say shaking your head. Then you’d put in a request for a song they play every…

I remember walking at night from the car to the restaurant, up a brick path at Bamboo, Alexandra in her uniform (jeans, wedge heels, a long booby shirt, and long necklace). She began to pet my arm. "Cookieface," she said,…

It’s come to this: sending emails and checking calendars, all to arrange a PHONE CALL. When did this begin? And when did I start playing by these rules? No one needs voicemail anymore with all the planned phone call dates…

I looked into the crowd at the faces in seats and toward the back where people were standing. It’s an exciting moment, before your name is called, before you’re announced into a room. But I wasn’t thinking of that. I…

Dulce, Stephanie, Smelly
I forgot one of my best friend’s birthdays. It was mid-November. If I were in New York, there’d have been an evite, or at least talk of how we’d be celebrating come the weekend. We’d detail where…