A nostalgic look back at our loud, chaotic, magical holiday parties in an old Montclair house — and the new idea that’s been brewing: a Christmas in July gathering at our Cape May flower farm. Plus, a quick farm update on cool-season seedlings and what’s getting planted next.
Moving our youngest daughter into her first Manhattan apartment took six adults, a bike-riding friend, a lot of IKEA-style assembly, and just a little bit of chaos. A funny, heartfelt NYC family story.
This weekend we moved our youngest to New York City—and before the boxes and furniture, there was a train ride, a mistaken identity, some very public tip math, and a reminder that every season of life (and farming) comes with its own rhythm.
A handmade ornament, a bouquet of sweet peas, and a reminder that the best gifts aren’t things—they’re memories. A reflection from our Cape May flower farm on why flowers mean more than we realize.
I grew up without grandparents, and so did my kids—which sometimes feels like missing an entire chapter of family life. No built-in storytellers, no old-school remedies, no “grandma knows best” moments. In this post, I’m sharing how growing up without grandparents shaped us, what research says kids gain from grandparent relationships, and the surprising places we now find that lost wisdom.
