Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Granted I was a Freudian Slip for Halloween; who knew I’d give an encore performance at Christmas.  It’s the evening of December 26, and I’ve traveled 40 minutes by car to reach destination Blue Martini in West Palm Beach’s Disneyesque…

It happened in my college dorm room while his friend was watching.

I hadn’t seen Peter since he’d broken up with me in the tenth grade. “Sorry. I just don’t love you anymore,” were the inducing words which sparked the…

In every morning of my life in your house, I awoke to the sound of your steps. You drummed down the stairs, deactivated the alarm, unlocked our front door, and then I’d hear your weight in the gravel driveway as…

Looking back, I’m actually astonished my mother cooked and cleaned for days, and my father’s only task was to dress himself, something he did daily. This frightens me. When I get married, I don’t care who makes the bacon, we’re…

WHEN I’M ON AIRPLANES, I can never sleep.  This of course means anyone with whom I’ve ever traveled can crash before “fasten seatbelt” illuminates.  So I’m left with in-flight magazines, books, and an iPod.  If I’m flying Virgin or JetBlue,…

Two things.  First, I’m at Raoul’s, at dinner, where we’ve just finished 2 bottles of Pinot Noir, and my date is in the bathroom.  It’s the first chance I’ve had to look around, ’cause you can’t look around during a…

It’s worth waiting for it sometimes… and Moose is among that list of "sometimes."…

New York is fcuked up. I’m in Starbucks, recounting last night, and there’s a Latino, balding, pony-tailed man waiting for the traffic light to give him the go. It’s a busy corner, across from ABC. Usually, I spot Smelly Rippa…