Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I had a friend in high school that was allergic to eggs.  The kind of allergic that required you to walk around with a needle, just to be sure.  Halloween pretty much sucked it for her once we were in…

I grew up eating hot bowls of farina, or cream of wheat, if there’s any difference.  A smooth white grain that held the dent of my spoon, thick, pooling with drizzled honey.  My mother made it for us, as we…

Most of my college essays as an English major at Barnard College were focused on books or plays.  Over the past year, I’ve been approached by college students, informing me that my blog is somehow an assignment for them.  I’m…

 
I was eating dinner the other night with a dear friend who just quit her job and decided to take a month off.  She’s been busy planning a list of all the New York things she’d like to do…

I was in fifth grade on a disaster of a vacation in the Dominican Republic.   My mother accidentally booked the four of us in one small room, inside a suite that we shared with strangers.  “What,” she said, “I thought…

First night back in New York, and I mean back, fully back.  I’m out with the girls, drunk on Shiraz, with who cares where he is, ‘cause I know he’d never cheat.”  Okay, so that is where we are.  And…

It happened with Theo on The Cosby Show; he never followed through with his projects.  Guitar, tennis, skiing lessons, then there was the time where he just had to have the designer shirt.  Denise made him a lopsided one, but…

This was me, before, hating and hostile.  Holding on.  Hurting.  Before.  This is "past tense," so pay attention.
I don’t want to be with you because of where you’ve been.  You’ve made us common by including me in all that…