Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’m here at the mall because if I weren’t here, I’d still be in bed. It was one of those deals I made with myself, like, “Just get out of bed, throw on clothes, make it out the door, or…

This week I took my first class, of a six session series, in humor writing, and it was hard. Yes, italics hard. The teacher presented us with in-class exercises, both of which left me using the phrase, “Pass.” That’s right.…

In the gym where my children take gymnastics class, I sit on a ledge of cubbies, looking out beyond a short fence, much the way people observe the flamingos  at a zoo. I watch my daughter spring from a trampoline,…

I’ve enrolled in a writing workshop because it works for me. It’s the only way I actually get writing done. I workshopped both Straight Up and Dirty and Moose. It’s just something I need. Our first class, the instructor began…

Finish this sentence for yourself:
“Wouldn’t it be interesting if…”…

People sometimes ask where I work. Do I have an office? Do I work in bed? Yes, and yes, but I do my most productive work A) drunk-ish and B) sober, in cafes. My most favorite place in the world,…

Pork Jowels with Polenta at Parkside
At first smell: it’s as if apple pie had a one night stand with Wilbur
At first bite: Wilbur has been one lazy porker, sunning and snacking on Fern’s corn
The pork is soft,…

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A short at the Savannah Film Festival, Girls Named Pinky has stayed with me. Not so much the actual film, but the Q&A session with the director afterward. Before I go there, here’s how the notes I’d scribbled…