Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Truth: I’m in my New York room under the covers, and I’m exhausted but cannot sleep. It’s 4:30 PM, and I should be thinking about a healthy dinner. Something chopped with radishes and tiny cubes of summer squash, a sprig…

"I hope we have more moments like these," he said. They’re the words I’ve instinctively come to associate with dating. That, and "we need to talk." Of the former, though, I can’t help but think of beginnings, not endings. When…

Phil is home. I am baking, and I do not bake. I love getting to be in control, that he lets me (has no choice really) take care of him. I love that he needs me. It’s a strange thing…

"Infiltrative" is the word I keep hearing around here. It comes up after the doctors hold up three fingers. 1) Atrial Fibrillation; 2) Complete heart block; 3) The energy of your scans, how faint, what low velocity they have. These…

I’m waiting. They wheeled Phil off forty-five minutes ago, a late start. “Go for a walk. Have some breakfast. Go get some coffee,” they said, “and then the doctor will come to your room to talk with you.” I’m not…

Anyone who exhales a second of "See, what you’re dealing with now is KARMA! Ha, you really are a Greek Tragedy!" needs a big ol’ hug. Not from me, but surely, they need more love in their life. The people…

It’s hardly Oz. While we cannot see behind the curtain, we can hear quite well. You look up from the paperwork when we hear, "My, what a beautiful airway you have." So much better for keeping your teeth during anesthesia.…

I remember when I was lying on this same sofa back when we had a coffee table and a dog. You were kneeling on the rug that’s now in our dining room. With tears in your eyes, you took my…