Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I didn’t know people still came here, to Pravda.  The last time I was here, I was married and drunk on dirty martinis.  Except I don’t know if they were martinis at all.  I don’t think I’d go to a…

"Try to avoid being sentimental when describing the attributes that make someone lovable.  Really think… what makes you love the people you do?"  Is it their attributes or more?  Is it about childhood wounds and IMAGO therapy?  About being with…

"So does everything seem smaller now?"  She meant my surroundings, being back in the hallway of my high school for the first time in thirteen years.  "Well your life sure has changed."  It has, and it hasn’t, but either way,…

She resolves to continue to hate the word, “resolutions.”  To ignore diets and gym deals.  To say nothing of her teeth or flossing or bad self-tanners or SPF.  To stop fighting as much by trying to be patient and more…

If we were on speaking terms, I’d call you to tell you another weird thing.
Writing class just ended, and I came home to try to find my married life.  Well, shit.  It used to be in a box beneath…

Wait, they always say it!  It’s a courtesy.  If he’s going to come and he doesn’t warn you, he might as well have asked you to go dutch for dinner.  I mean really, you just have to warn her; once…

Last night, I went through a guided visualization exercise.  I had to picture in my mind a safe place.  I imagined the family room den from the house in which I was raised.  I was relaxing on the green sofa,…

My favorite time of year was when the ornament box came up from the basement.  Our tree was old-school.  Soldiers.  Mice.  Wooden toys.  Sleds.  Very Nutcracker makes out with Santa’s workshop. My sister Lea and I each had our favorite…