Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

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…

(Naughty Betty, by Stephanie Klein, #2 Pencil on paper)
In second grade, I wasn’t permitted to use adult scissors, so I improvised with a pair of safety scissors, the small sort with padded grips and a rounded wide tip stored…

Someone once said to me in the comment section of this blog that this would happen every time.  I wasn’t sure if it were true.  Last time, when my father and Carol were here, I cried for two days after…

My Yankee New York friends are coming to visit this weekend!  Friday they arrive at noon.  They leave Sunday morning, early (so they’ll miss the Gospel Brunch).  It’s not enough time, but we’re making the most of it.  They’ve never…

She always beats me to it.  When Heather swung through my front door this time, we hugged without apologies.  "This time," she said, "I can really hug you."  My breasts weren’t in pain but my shoulders were.  Sunburn.  When I…

Because of napkins, we’re no longer friends.  We were sitting at the bar at—oh, what’s the name of that restaurant with the ridiculously absurd coconut sticky rice?—Ruby Foo’s, the one on the Upper West Side, near where I’d eventually live. …

When surveying 100 people (or at least 100 blog readers), I ask, “What excuse do you give when you RSVP ‘Yes’ to a wedding and then not show up?”
She didn’t give an excuse.  She didn’t pick up a phone. …