Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’m traveling back to Austin today with my husband. There will be much more to share once I’ve unpacked.  Photos, toasts, stories and reflections.  In the meanwhile, these are the only photos I have (taken by a dear friend) until…

I know I’ve said it before, but really, I don’t give a shit.  Music has a way of brushing up alongside of me and finding its way into my bones.  Growing up, I spent weekends on the sidelines, traveling in…

Hippy Hollow is a clothing-optional "beach" in Austin.  Now "clothing-optional" sounds like code for nudist colony, where things flop and jiggle.  Not quite, as I learned.  The landscape wasn’t a beach at all, but basically consisted of rocks along a…

The thing is, you can’t fake newly married.  It’s not really a honeymoon unless it immediately follows your nuptials.  I know we make our own rules, and who’s to say?  I say.  I know a couple, due to schedules and…

A friend sent me the following article today from The Daily Mail:
Redheads ‘have more sex than blondes or brunettes’Blondes may have more fun but redheads have more sex, according to new research in  Germany.  The study by Hamburg Sex…

What an asshole.  There’s no other way of putting it.  The invitations went out.  RSVPs to the wedding are starting to come in.  His bachelor party has been planned.  He’s just made dinner plans with a woman he’s slept with,…

The fall, for sure.  Hot dog vendors.  The energy when you walk out your door.  Yellow taxicabs.  The smell of fireplaces on tree-lined streets.  Little girls seeing Radio City Music Hall for the first time.  Tourists in carriages through the…

I went to SAKS yesterday, mainly to help The Suitor find a suit.  Of course I pulled the whole, "I’ll meet you in the men’s department in a bit," thing, then hit the sale racks.  I can’t help myself.  In…