Not A Rose girl
(adjective) refuses to be ordinary, style-conscious, creative spirit who prefers wildflowers to roses, wellness practices, and cooking with expensive wine.
(adjective) refuses to be ordinary, style-conscious, creative spirit who prefers wildflowers to roses, wellness practices, and cooking with expensive wine.
Recently, I stumbled upon the delightful concept of "pebbling." No, it’s not about collecting rocks—though that has its own charm (especially if you ask my little ones!)—but rather the act of sharing memes, links, and videos with friends and family.
When summer rolled around this year, I knew I wanted a good mix of camps for my kids. Since sleepaway camps aren't really my thing, I always aim to sign them up for several week-long camps that balance outdoor activities with something to keep their minds sharp.
To celebrate AAPI Heritage Month, I’m taking my family on a weekend cultural adventure with Holman BMW in Princeton!
I’ve always loved the idea of doing Christmas pictures at a tree farm, and this year I finally made it happen when NJ-based photographer Katy Firstov reached out to me about doing a holiday family mini session.
Is there a better time than Spring to give yourself this gentle reminder: Nurture your life like a garden.
Dearest Reader, did you miss me? And by “me” I mean the glittering gowns, the sideburns, the kissing, and of course the splashy Vitamin String Quartet covers guiding us through another social season in ton.
Meet Jamie. She's not a rose girl. A modern motherhood and lifestyle blogger resisting being basic, Jamie lives in Princeton, NJ with her husband, three boys, and pandemic baby girl born in 2020. She has a serious case of wanderlust, always chooses ranunculus over roses, and serially claims the last slice of pizza, forever blaming it on breastfeeding.
To celebrate AAPI Heritage Month, I’m taking my family on a weekend cultural adventure with Holman BMW in Princeton!
Lately, I’ve been collecting garden visits. It’s like a hobby, some might say. Instead of collecting gems or shells, I’ve become obsessed with hunting down the prettiest public and private gardens around New Jersey.
What does summer sound like to you this year? Besides the sound of Brood X, of course. (If you live in the Northeast then you know what I mean.) Cicadas aside, to me summer’s siren song is the sound of an ice cream truck coming through the neighborhood.
As a girl growing up in South Florida, I never knew seasons. Sure, there’s far worse than growing up amongst palm trees year-round, but now that I’ve lived in New Jersey for the last 7 years, I can truly say there is nothing quite like the changing of seasons.
Sometimes, three’s company is one (or two) too much. As an introvert myself, with all the makings of my Cancer sign, I realize that may be easy for me to declare, but I don’t think it’s any less true for extroverts.
Inspiring Mommas The World Over
Come One, Come All
There’s something undeniably enchanting about September—the way the world starts to slow down, the air turns crisp, and the landscape transforms into a vibrant tapestry of reds, oranges, and yellows.