Sorry for the radio silence over here. The past few weeks have been completely crazy with Spring/Summer 2017 buying for Two Son, Plum’s demanding volleyball schedule, along with planning and executing a Mother event with Annie’s Homegrown in New York City this past weekend. It was a whirlwind of a trip that consisted of three to four hours of sleep a night, a lot of hard work, and leaving my cell phone in the cab and frantically rushing around Soho to find its keeper (tip: you can add a “cash reward” for a stolen or lost iPhone, increasing your chances of getting it back. Worked for me!). Through all of the chaos, however, It was a fun experience and I did get to spend the last night, post-event with some of my oldest and dearest best friends, and that was the perfect end to the trip. I flew home early Sunday morning just in time to go to Beyoncé’s show in Nashville. It was incredible! I’ve honestly never considered myself a massive fan before, but I’ve officially been converted. That woman is a power-house!

This week has consisted of trying to play catch up, but all four kids have the week off school for fall break, so my work days have been heavily distracted. That being said, I am happy to be home and looking forward to staying put for awhile. Stay tuned! xxJ

P.S. An internet hug to my friend, designer Ilana Kohn, for these amazing Boyd Pants. I love them!



morning_personI am a wannabe morning person. As much as I enjoy starting my day early, while everyone else is still asleep, I would much prefer to stay up late—while everyone else sleeps. I tend to think better late at night, and I think I am more productive and work faster, too.

I do, however, admire those friends of mine that are up before dawn, who have already completed their twilight run (yes, they do that!), morning cup of coffee and avocado toast, shower, and are ready to roll by the time my alarm is buzzing. I have never been a morning person, even as a child. I think it may be because my mother was not a morning person. We are always running late—always—and always in a rush. I also recall my grandparents going to bed at a very early hour—I lived with them in Arizona off and on as a kid. They would go to bed right after Jeopardy at 7 pm, and then would wake up at 4:30 every morning. I’ve always wondered why they chose this sleep schedule, but I know there’s something magical about early mornings. I’ve done it, and can appreciate the calm and solitude.

Making the switch seems so appealing, but I think I would have a hard time giving up my late night lifestyle. It’s my “me time” and with four kids and a non-stop work schedule, I am pretty set in my ways. That being said, I would love to start going to sleep a little earlier and waking up with the sun to meditate, workout, read, make breakfast, etc.

Are you an earlier riser? Any tips on how to restructure your sleep cycle? Please share with me below!

Photo by Venetia Scott.



Happy sweet sixteen to the one who made me a mother.

It’s funny how emotional I was when I woke up this morning at 6 a.m. to take Julian to school. This is the day that I thought about while I held him as a tiny baby. I would think to myself, “I can’t believe one day you will be 16 and driving a car. I can’t believe one day you will be married and have your own children and I will be a grandma…” It’s all very surreal. Now, years later that first thought is a reality. We’ve been through a lot together. He’s been my main man for sixteen years now, and I look forward to dozens more.

Happy birthday sweet boy! I love you.



marilyn-monroe-blowing-out-candle-on-cakeTomorrow is my 37th birthday. I am going to shoot straight here and tell you all that I am not thrilled. Truth is, I don’t really like my birthday. I, of course, did at one point, when I was a child and a teenager, and even in my early twenties I welcomed it with open arms. I would get so excited and make long birthday wishlists (because presents!) and wanted to have big parties or celebrations that were all about ME. As I get older, the birthday buzz has faded. I tend to not mention it as the thirteenth of August approaches, perhaps in hopes that if we don’t talk about it, it won’t happen. When my husband and friends ask me what I want to do on my special day, I give them an “I don’t know. I’ll think on it.” response. When being honest with myself, I’ll admit, I am scared of getting older. Thirty-seven sounds old to me. It’s hard not to focus on forty-minus-three. Trying to let it all soak in, embrace it, and give myself little pep-talks along the way.

Something I have been working on is putting together a list of little goals for my thirty-seventh trip around the sun. Here are a five of them:

1. Take good care of myself. Exercise, “me time”, eating right, sleep—all that good stuff!

2. Volunteer. My friend Abi works for a great non-profit here called Thistle Farms. I wan’t to get involved.

3. Learn a new skill. I’ve been talking about taking a pottery class for God knows how long. Time to really do it!

4. Record that song I’ve been putting off. I love to sing—always have, but am insecure about doing so in front of people, unless I throw back a couple of kamikazes and get up on a karaoke stage. Time to face that fear and record it, just for fun, just for me.

5. Take my husband and children to Arizona to meet my mom’s side of the family. Family is a deeply personal and emotional subject for me. It’s something I don’t talk about much, but after visiting a couple of months ago just before my Grandpa passed away, I think we all did a lot of healing. Looking forward to what’s to come.

Those are five good personal goals. I am determined to make this 37th year a really fucking good one. Lucky number 7! Happy birthday to me.

Photo of Marilyn Monroe via MuseIcon.



MargotTennenbaumDo you ever feel like you’re running on a hamster wheel day in and day out? I definitely do—early to rise, coffee, kids off to school, work all day, kids home from school, various activities and sports, making dinner, eating dinner, bath time, bedtime. That’s a generic breakdown of a typical day, and there is, of course, much more involved, but that pretty much sums it up. The days often get so repetitive that sometimes I feel a little crazy and burnt out.

So, what to do when all you do is go-go-go? You check out! Take a break for sanity’s sake. Whether it’s a long soak in the tub, an afternoon nap, or even something as simple as an unaccompanied errand-run, solo time is something that we all crave and highly benefit from. Something that really works for me is to schedule in my “me time” just like any other important to-do. I literally write in on my calendar and when that time comes, I go and do it. No excuses. It helps me so much and makes me feel less overwhelmed and more balanced.

When we take better care of ourselves, we in-turn take better care others—and get more shit done! Do you get enough “me time” in?

Photograph from The Royal Tenenbaums via Daily Motion.

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