Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

It feels like you’re walking through someone’s sneeze today. It’s spitting out. It is, by far, my favorite weather ever. Though the ultimate is when it gets black out, mid-day. My cherry on top? Hiding away in the aisles of…

I receive a lot of selfless email–strangers reaching out, taking the time to say, "I’ve never done this before, but I just had to write…" I try to respond because really, those emails make me happy. Not Coke commercial happy,…

Hung’s Anne Heche, Author Stephanie Klein, Author A.M. Homes
No internet access all weekend.  Photos from East Hampton’s Author’s Night to come… first, I must get the beans dressed for their last dinner with Grandma & Grandpa before returning…

The Soundtracks of Our Summers
We’re all living our little lives, with our little earbuds, hoping to live out loud, writing the soundtracks to our lives, as they happen. We all must think it sometimes: that our lives are movies…

Oh, nuts.
Smut. It’s what they caught me with, age 15, at sleepaway camp for fat kids. I was then lectured by a man who asked me if I thought I knew a lot about boys. Fellatio, as far as…

From recipe cards to recipes, scrapbooking supplies to cocktail mix, there’s a little something for 10 (and change) to get your summer started. Well come on, can you blame a girl for adding her own books to the list? Smooches…

Nope. I don’t mean home-video footage of me as Moose. On my last trip out to Los Angeles (about which I promised to write, eventually), I had some meetings. Because that’s what people in LA do. They don’t have meetings;…

Spread the Twitter love (and a liberal helping of baby powder to ward off the inner thigh chubb rub).

It’s official. Moose: A Memoir is now available in paperback, online and in your local bookstore. This means you can mark…