Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’ve just come from a delicious meal of moments. It wasn’t the food or the wine–in fact, I hardly noticed either. I just had an unplanned dinner with two other couples, very impromptu, and I have to say, it was…

I. Drunk. Dialed. I was feeling lonely and making cocktails. Dinner at a favorite restaurant, then off to a new bar in town. By the time I got home, out came the Blackberry and I made a few calls –…

Jillian & Ed
Jillian, I love you. I do.
Whenever anyone begins with proclamations of love, they’re about to go somewhere ugly. And I am. I’m about to get ugly. But first, I’m going to be pretty: I love neurotic…

For all the people who judge, who are quick with their advice, telling me how to live my life, or how they’d live theirs if they were me, I say this: as much as I want a laundry room with…

"Stephanie, you’re seriously so goddamn beautiful."
"You so just want to go home and watch Big Nasty Butts, Anal Paradise. I’m onto you, pal."
"Um, you better not be posting that on your blog."
"Are you kidding me? Your mother…

 
I love this. These Ray Lamontagne moments, where you’re just sitting at a bar with a glass of Rioja, listening to the soulful voice, the one that sings about flowers falling from hair, about how he’s been to hell…

There isn’t much to this. I mean, it’s one of those thoughts that comes to you when you’re sitting in your bathing suit after your kids’ swim lesson, just this passing deep thought: my life could be so different. The…

A friend recently asked me to define "sin." It’s kind of a loaded question, even if it is simple. The word sin, to me, is akin to "bad." And by definition it implies there’s also a good, a proper, a…