Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Flattery will get you everywhere, or at least it’ll get you up on someone’s blog. I don’t normally post emails or compliments received because it feels just a wee bit self-indulgent (’cause it is). But I reminded myself today that…

I’m here at the mall because if I weren’t here, I’d still be in bed. It was one of those deals I made with myself, like, “Just get out of bed, throw on clothes, make it out the door, or…

I have never seen BAD SANTA. I haven’t seen THE REF, either. I’m pretty sure when Bad Santa came out I was fighting with someone who went to see it without me. And THE REF? I always assumed it was…

This week I took my first class, of a six session series, in humor writing, and it was hard. Yes, italics hard. The teacher presented us with in-class exercises, both of which left me using the phrase, “Pass.” That’s right.…

This is a list I never thought I’d be making. I’m bringing it with me now to an acupuncturist in Boca Raton. Because I tend to minimize symptoms or just plain forget them when I’m face to face with someone…

I just ate breakfast soup, after eating breakfast. Today’s breakfast was pecked in serving order—between feeding the beans, I dug into small bites of Challah French toast Pudding, just a lick of syrup, packed lunches, just a handful of Pirate…

It’s important to daydream. To have some sense of a vision, no matter how shallow. I had one once upon a long time ago, and remarkably enough, it all came true. So, why not put it out there? Everyone should…

In the gym where my children take gymnastics class, I sit on a ledge of cubbies, looking out beyond a short fence, much the way people observe the flamingos  at a zoo. I watch my daughter spring from a trampoline,…