Jordana Green has spent her career bringing you the news, and more recently the weather. She started her career as a field producer at FOX-5 in NYC, then as the medical reporter at WBRE-TV, Wiles-Barre, PA. She moved to the Midwest to launch the morning show at FOX-59 in Indianapolis. Then Minnesota called, and Jordana answered by anchoring FOX-29’s primary newscast while earning an Emmy for on-camera excellence.
Before coming to WCCO, Jordana helped launch WeatherNation TV in Excelsior, MN. She is a graduate of the S.I. Newhouse School of Public Communications at Syracuse University. Jordana resides in Minnesota with her three children.
When we find out our house has sunk 3 inches on one side over the last 70 years it busts our contingency budget.
Marc Grossfield and I bought this 1947 rambler to start our new life together. It’s fitting that we are totally renovating it as we have both recently had to totally renovate our lives.
It’s been a tragic, sad, shocking, and frustrating week. We need a break. Let’s talk about grass.
When was the last time you bought or accepted an expensive, lavish gift? Too long, huh? I know we often aren’t in a position to spend lots of money on a non-necessity but it sure is fun when we do.
My friend is a smart woman so we couldn’t believe she fell for it, but after you hear her story, you’ll know she’s not alone.
I hope your Mother’s Day was perfect. It’s supposed to be, but many of us struggle on this day. Some have lost their mother, some have lost a child, some are estranged from loved ones and many are dealing with the aftermath of divorce. Mother’s Day is not always sweet cards and flowers.
Definitely a bucket list show. Handsome husband and I went to see The Who concert last night at Target Center. We were blown away.
“Don’t waste a compliment on yourself.” A guest on my show, Stephen Blair Venable, said this on the air Thursday night.
My Grammy is still alive, thank G-d. She’s 96. Gram has the best jewelry. She’s had two generous husbands, held a job most of her life, has traveled all over the world and taught me the meaning of an “important” piece. (A high-value piece of jewelry in weight and quality.)
My mother is a good cook. Me, not so much. I don’t like cooking, it’s not my thing. I do it to keep my children alive. When people say they like to cook, I secretly think they just say that because of the praise they get when someone compliments them on their cooking.
I thought I was home free. I just dropped the kids at school, I was heading to the grocery store and then to yoga (my one hour of total me time all week). Then I get a call from the school.
I love closet switch day. It’s the day all the winter stuff comes out of your closet and your summer stuff goes in. I wish I did this for my actual clothes, too. But then it would become closet switch week because I’m not that organized.
Last night/morning the doorbell rang at 3:03 am. I figured I was dreaming and tried to go back to sleep. Then it rang again.
On Monday I spoke at the Women’s League for Conservative Judaism’s Spring Conference. At least 100 women from Winnipeg to Texas, leaders in their respective temples, were there to learn more about how to build stronger communities.
You’re along for the ride of my landscape project this spring. We just renovated our house and all we have is dirt outside.
At Syracuse University, we traveled to bowl games (Fiesta and Hall of Fame), NCAA games and even to Middle Tennessee State University for cheerleading camp.
I opened the trunk of my minivan and there it was. The gallon of milk I bought Sunday … it was now Thursday. I sighed, looked at the date, tried to remember what the weather has been like since Sunday and then put the milk in the fridge.
At sundown tonight Purim begins, it’s a Jewish holiday. Like most Jewish holidays it commemorates a time where a bad person tried to kill the Jews, we survived and now we eat. Purim is like that, but it also teaches a life lesson quite relevant today.
We sit with chemicals on our hair, we suffer through hot wax slathered on our unmentionables, we curse out loud while lasers zap our legs, and welcome toxins injected into our faces.
We are doing some major landscape projects this spring and I have been counting the seconds until we can start.
At this gathering of 8-year-old girls, the girls actually discussed the book. It was adorable and amazing to see them analyze the 76 pages of Stephen Manes ‘Be A Perfect Person In Just Three Days!’
Do you dance at work? You should. Yes, you will look foolish, maybe on the edge of inappropriate, but you and anyone who sees you will smile.
One of the guests on my show last night was Nancy Jo Sales, she is the author of “American Girls: Social Media and the Secret Lives of Teenagers.” It was chilling.
My youngest, Ruby, and I went to the Mummy Exhibit at the Science Museum this weekend. It was good; real mummies, interesting explanations, gross looking bones — the exhibit had everything.
A brand new car is a luxury. My dad never bought a new car, he always drove used. “A better value,” he’d say. He’s probably right. But I like new cars.