Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

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…

"He feels hot."
"He’s fine."
"No, he feels hot."
"I just turned up the air conditioning, and he was lying on me, so it’s my body heat."
"No, it’s not that kind of hot."
"Stephanie, please.  He’s fine."
I wasn’t…

So it’s no secret that I’m obsessed with Bravo’s Top Chef.  I’ve been known to watch the rerun marathons, just because, well, because I can.  No matter that I watch each episode at least twice, I’ll still manage to leave…

There are of course always three sides to every story. I vent here, painting one, very specific story: mine.  Stories of my life, not our life.   This isn’t a journalistic approach to truth; it’s a way for me to express…

I’m having people over for dinner next week.  I can, like few others, make a three-day weekend of planning a menu. "Please don’t let it rule your life," Phil warns, "or I don’t want to have people over." 
"Well, then…