Hi, I’m Stephanie.
I’ve been a writer for more than three decades and serious about words since I asked my fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Lisle, if we’d be taking a field trip to City Hall to apply for the poetic license she told us about. I’m an Oxford-comma convert who can’t resist an em dash. I’m also on a mission to create an unforgettable life—you only get one, you know.
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Stephanie is the kind of writer editors wish they could clone. I’ve had the pleasure of working with her for over five years at two different publications. She never misses a deadline, files clean copy that needs only the lightest of edits and is an endless fountain of fresh and interesting ideas, and to top it all off her stories consistently garner some of the highest traffic.
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What Happened After My Widowmoon
Newsweek recently published an essay I wrote about the trip I took to Paris after David died. I'd always dreamed of visiting the City of Lights, and when I finally made it there, one thing wasn't as I'd imagined: I was traveling alone…as a widow. I called the trip...
A Much-Needed Punch in the Face
Over the past three years, I’ve been on a path of healing and self-discovery. I think many of us are. At the beginning of my journey, I consciously avoided talking too much about widowhood. I didn’t want to make other people uncomfortable. But I’ve come to realize...
Trust the Journey (Or Maybe Just Don’t Fight It)
A couple of years ago, I took an online improv class from Second City. People were surprised. Improv? Steff? It seemed like something a bold, extroverted person would do, and I’m neither bold nor extroverted. At least not historically. But here’s the thing, I’d...