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When I was five, my parents let me pick paint colors for my bedroom. A month later, I had purple walls and a pink ceiling you could see from the street. Color is such a mood booster, don’t you think?

One of the best parts about writing about food on Cup of Jo is reading your responses. We love hearing how you enjoy eating a good meal and sharing it with others. Here are 11 reader comments on everything

We get lots of beauty questions from Cup of Jo readers, and today I thought I’d answer five (I’d love to hear your answers, too!)…

“What holy-grail products have made the biggest difference to your self image?” — Claire

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One afternoon many years ago, I dropped my bag in the middle of Prague. I don’t remember where I was heading, but I do recall that it was the first time I’d been alone in the dizzying Wenceslas Square during

This weekend, our friends hosted a movie viewing of Newsies…

The 1992 musical — starring Christian Bale, David Moscow, and Doogie Howser’s best friend — follows a group of teenage newsies who organize their own union so they can stand

After going through a divorce, artist Simone Polk says she needed a “soft landing.” She found a light-filled apartment in Copenhagen to share with her 12-year-old daughter, Ava. They’ve since moved on, but here’s a tour of the space that

Or, well, at least I think I made the viral honey-glazed salmon. Sometimes, when a recipe is so popular on social media, it’s impossible to know whether you’re making an original recipe or a derivative of the original. (I mention

In June 2020, I wrote an essay, my first here, called Five Things I Want To Tell My White Friends. I was reeling in the wake of George Floyd’s death and its aftermath — what felt to me like a

“I just got my dream librarian job,” wrote Valerie, a Cup of Jo reader. “I need some pants (not jeans!) that I can move around in — squatting, bending, sitting on the floor. Any ideas?” Yes! First, Valerie, congratulations! Librarians

For the past few months, I’ve been diving head first into perimenopause…

…and a funny side effect — other than waking up drenched (the other morning, Anton said, “Mom, I love you; I don’t love your bed sweat”) — is that