Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

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. …

"Hey, do you remember me telling you about a nineteen-year-old I was going to meet up with?""Yes, I remember.""She sent me a nudie pic.  Want to see it?""…""No face.""No.""Really????????? I figured you would.""Why would I want to see her naked?"I…

I have friends, quite a few, who are, as of late, going through breakups.  Not the kind you shrug at and say, “this too shall pass.”  Decades.  Half decades.  I have a friend, of course I do, who dated a…

I wasn’t listening to him.  There I was, sitting on our porch, sunset, a South African shiraz, on our swinging porch seat, just back from a family walk.  Lucas in his car seat to my right, Abigail to my left. …

"So whadya get her for Valentine’s Day?""A card.""A card, like, the first of many things, right?""I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day.""You do know it’s not like the tooth fairy, right?  I mean, there’s nothing to not believe in.""The commercialism in…

I’ve never been good at cuddling.   Linus doesn’t count because he just wiggles in there and takes over, whether I like it or not.  I like having my own space in the bed and need to get "situated" before anyone…

I’m half-watching the state of the union address.  It’s on, but really, I’m searching online for a gift for Phil.  With Valentine’s Day, and the envy attached to it, approaching, it means "gifts for him."  Though let me first begin…

My footprints are on the windshield of your car, from another time, when we listened to a different station, and insisted on a different song. When we argued over verses and opening acts, I took off my shoes, my toes…