Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’m heading to Napa for the first time ever. While I’ve been to SF several times, I never quite made it to Napa. Oliver and I had planned a trip there, thinking we’d be staying with his younger brother for…

“Mile High Club?”
“Totally overrated. It’s right up there with ‘road head.’”
“If you’re giving the ‘I have a headache’ excuse, it’s time to either end things or seriously kick-start your relationship with some intensive role playing. Like, out in…

I chose to leave our bedroom in favor of the guest room.It’s not because I miss my New York bed. "Don’t make me," I said in a tempting tone, "Don’t make me… pinch your nipple."–No, wait, It began, "I need…

All the fights that seem big, all the arguments over respect and tone of voice, of power struggles, and money, all kind of disappear when you remember a past lived in bars with pick up lines and loud music. You…

I don't watch Desperate Housewives. I've seen it a few times, but I've never been an orthodox viewer. As I scrambled to compose yet another to-do list the other night, a preview for the show popped on, and I thought,…

I was in my closet hanging up my clothes for the day. Straightening. I wondered what I’d do with your clothes if you died. That big closet next to mine filled of your crumpled days and ironed events. Which ones…

A good husband uses a screwdriver, knows where the itty-bitty one is, for when something that’s supposed to offer backup crashes itself. He might have to hire people to hang things, or install light bulbs, but at least he admits…

You know, you happen to be right.  I vent all over this thing, and then forget to follow up.  So bring on the questions.  I will attempt to answer them in a timely fashion (though if the Moose writing is…