LIFESTYLE

A Week of Outfits: Sharon Beesley
- By Neclink.com
- . August 29, 2025
My friend Sharon Beesley broke my heart years ago when she moved from New York City to Guilford, Connecticut. But! She and her family thrived

Freddie’s Baked Shrimp | Cup of Jo
- By Neclink.com
- . August 28, 2025
Freddie is one of those people who can open a cupboard or fridge, stare at everything for a minute, and figure out a delicious meal

We Have Two Beloved Visitors in Brooklyn This Week
- By Neclink.com
- . August 27, 2025
Last night, Anton and I sat on the stoop waiting impatiently for our guests to arrive… …until my brother Nick and my cousin’s son Jimmy

My Therapist’s Secret to Midlife
- By Neclink.com
- . August 26, 2025
When I was 22, I had a hazy view of my future, but if hard-pressed, there were five things I was certain of: I wanted

Should You Be Afraid of Seed Oils? Let’s Talk About the Facts
- By Neclink.com
- . August 25, 2025
If you’ve been scrolling through health and wellness content lately, you’ve probably seen some scary headlines about seed oils like soybean, corn, canola, sunflower,

Things I Love at the Library
- By Neclink.com
- . August 24, 2025
A lot goes into library services that may be invisible to a certain percentage of patrons, but which are essential to others. However, I find

Have a Lovely Weekend. | Cup of Jo
- By Neclink.com
- . August 23, 2025
What are you up to this weekend? Twelve-year-old Anton and I are going fishing, his current passion! I haven’t caught anything yet, but he does

13 Readers Share Their Best Summer Moments
- By Neclink.com
- . August 22, 2025
How’s your summer going? We asked Cup of Jo readers on Instagram to share photos of happy moments and got over 100 responses! They felt

What Do You Do With Summer Tomatoes?
- By Neclink.com
- . August 21, 2025
It’s mid-August — or as it’s called in my house, Tomato Christmas. At long last, we’ve entered that magical, fleeting window when good tomatoes turn

Five Pick-Me-Ups | Cup of Jo
- By Neclink.com
- . August 20, 2025
I remember when Anton was two, he once grimaced for a photo and then asked, earnestly, “Was that smiling, Mama?” It can be hard to