Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’m all over today. In my head I’m darting off in different directions and can’t seem to focus on any one thing. City Slicker’s Curly would not be pleased. These totally random snippets of thought keep poking in, and I…

Lately I’ve been receiving a lot of requests asking me to share my favorite books for children. Maybe there’s something in the water. I happen to believe, of all the baby gifts we’ve ever received, or I’ve ever given for…

We don’t have fireflies in Texas. This makes me sad for Lone Star children everywhere. It makes me sad for me, even. Because what’s summer without badminton, pitchers of sweet tea, and magical bugs that resemble burning embers at a…

I so love the gay man. I need to adopt some here in Austin. I’m actually being set up on a fag hag date. I don’t know if there’s anyone more fun. I need more Austin lady friends who want…

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…

In light of interactive conferences & festivals everywhere, I’ve compiled a list of things to know when attending. This goods detailed below can be applied to just about any conference, whether it’s SXSW, a local networking shindig, or the Southern…

Air Supply. Lemon water on a coaster beside your bed. Playing Word Warp on your iPhone. When you can imagine a descending escalator, each step falling into the next as you go lower and lower, deeper into sleep. Imaging yourself…

I’m thankful for my education, the one I was given and the one I took.
For Peter Luger’s Old Fashioned Steak Sauce.
For my health, roomy sun dresses, and self-tanners.
For invites to girls nights, potlucks, and most especially happy…