Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I totally wasn’t planning on writing about flanken, in June nonetheless, but there it is. It keeps sneaking into everything I write. The only way out is through, so here we are. I feel compelled to share that I once…

In general, "dumping" is a word I try to avoid. Those of you who take issue with "moist" know what I mean. There’s just something completely unpalatable about the word. I won’t even refer to Lucas’s truck by its proper…

Once upon an engaged life ago, I worked in an office with a beautiful, funny woman, who was, without question, a fucking psycho. But, man was she entertaining. And I liked how neurotic she was. In Moose I changed her…

A day later, I was still sick over it, being curt, avoiding you. You called me out on it, wanting to know what my problem was, and I told you I was still angry about what happened. "Well, I’m furious,"…

QUESTION FROM A GREEK TRAGEDY READER [Let's call her Natalie]: I’ve been a long time reader (since you first were featured in The New York Times) and really could use your advice.
Several years ago I introduced a work colleague…

My hands were full with a sleeve of diapers and two books. You were sitting on the bed with our little man. I heard you say, "They laughed at you? Well, that’s their problem, not yours, buddy." You and I…

This post is about packages. The kind you give and the kind you receive. The one for which you sometimes buy silk boxers, mostly out of guilt after purchasing one thing too many on an "I’m just browsing" day. So,…

A slice of motherhood. In the car, with the taters. Broadway show tunes at the ready. Makes me laugh every time. These are the moments I want to always remember. Especially the bit where Abigail knows, in advance, to sing…