All Posts By Jennifer

I’ll be honest—until a few years ago, I’d never heard of the Stone Breaker plant. It wasn’t in my kitchen garden, never came up at the co-op, and certainly wasn’t sitting next to the chamomile or peppermint on the grocery shelf. But one hot afternoon in late July, while helping a neighbor weed her wild little backyard jungle, she pointed to this scrappy green herb growing low near the base of her banana trees. “That one?” she said, brushing the leaves. “It breaks stones. Real ones—in your kidneys.” I blinked. “Wait… what?” And just like that, I was hooked. Why …

Okay, real talk—nothing ruins the vibe of a clean kitchen faster than that sneaky, sour trash can smell. You know the one. It hits you right when you’re feeling smug about wiping the counters down or lighting that fancy candle you’ve been saving. And boom—funky garbage air. I used to scrub my trash can, buy those overpriced scented liners, even tried tucking dryer sheets under the bag like some TikTok wizard. Nothing really worked worked… until I remembered Nana’s way. Now, my nana didn’t have Pinterest or plastic everything. But her house always smelled fresh—even with five kids, two dogs, …

I’ll be honest—rosemary and I had a rocky start.Every year, I’d pick up a cute little plant from the nursery, full of optimism. I’d bring it home, set it on the windowsill like a proud plant parent, and within weeks? Dead. Brown, crunchy, done for. It got embarrassing. Like, how hard can it be to keep a dang herb alive?But after the third (okay, maybe fourth) plant funeral, I finally got curious enough to figure out what rosemary actually wants. Turns out, it wasn’t me—it was the pot. And the water. And, well… everything I was doing. If your rosemary’s …

You ever open the fridge, spot that Tupperware of Tuesday’s chili, and think, “Oh good, dinner’s sorted!”—only to heat it up and wonder why it tastes like a soggy version of its former self? Been there. Too many times to count. For years, I thought I was being smart with my leftovers—saving money, cutting waste, keeping things easy. But then I started noticing that things weren’t quite as tasty the next day. Or worse, something smelled a little off, and into the trash it went. Turns out, there’s a right way and a wrong way to handle leftovers. And honestly? …

The other day I was wandering through Goodwill, honestly just killing time before a dentist appointment, when I spotted this old, scratched-up tray buried under a pile of mismatched dishes. It had faded sunflowers, chipped paint, and smelled faintly of someone’s attic. And I grabbed it without a second thought. Why? Because I’ve learned never to underestimate a good tray. You might think I’m being dramatic, but these things are DIY goldmines. Whether they’re wooden, plastic, metal, or a total mystery material from the ’70s, they’ve got potential. Real, “ooh, where did you get that?” kind of potential. Why You’ll …

You know what used to drive me nuts? Spending a good half hour wiping down the windows only to have them dry with more streaks than a football field in winter. I’d step back, squint, tilt my head—nope, still streaky. It wasn’t until a neighbor (God bless her tidy soul) shared her vinegar trick that things finally clicked. But not just vinegar. The right way to use it. There’s a method to the madness, and once you learn it, there’s no going back. Why You’ll Love This (Yes, Even if You Hate Cleaning) Natural and non-toxic: Say goodbye to harsh …

You know, there are some things our grandmothers did that just seemed like magic. My nana, bless her, had this quiet way of handling a dozen things at once — raising kids, running the house, baking cookies before church — and still managing to keep her carpets smelling like spring sunshine. One trick I’ll never forget? Her little “freezer fix” for musty rugs. It takes all of four minutes and absolutely no elbow grease. I didn’t appreciate it much back then, but now? It’s a lifesaver. So if your carpets are smelling a little lived-in (hey, no judgment — life …

So picture this—I’m in my pajamas, sipping a cup of lukewarm coffee (the microwave and I are in a toxic relationship), and I glance over at the window ledge. And there it is. My Purple Shamrock, all dramatic and fluttery, opening its velvety little leaves like it’s performing a slow-motion stretch. I swear, it’s like watching a plant breathe. It’s quiet, kind of mesmerizing. And somehow—this part always gets me—it makes the room feel softer. Warmer. A little more alive. That’s when it hit me: more people need this plant in their lives. Not just for the aesthetics (though, let’s …

You know that feeling when you’ve spent a whole afternoon tidying up, only to realize that… things still feel off? I’ve been there. A few years ago, I was standing in my kitchen, proud of how “Pinterest-worthy” my spice rack looked perched right above the stove. But fast forward to a month later, and all my cumin smelled like cardboard. That’s when it hit me—sometimes, we organize with our eyes instead of our heads. Turns out, a lot of us are doing things backwards. Not because we’re messy—but because we’re too efficient. We go for what looks good, what feels …