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.
I am afraid of the IRS. It’s irrational as I always file early and usually get a refund. But I get that knot in my stomach every year thinking about what could go wrong this time.
I know it’s absolutely insane that I keep a toy in the house that may (or may not) spontaneously combust at any time. I’ve wrestled with this. But the kids made a compelling case.
Have you ever gotten sucked in to buying one of those As-Seen-On-TV products? Maybe you resisted the late night ad but then you saw it at Walgreens for only $9.99 you caved. Guilty.
Are you working on your pitch? You know, the one you’ll repeat at every holiday gathering in the next few weeks. It’ll sound like an elevator pitch at your company party, it’ll sound like a sales pitch at your friend’s company party, and it’ll sound like a defense argument at your family holiday party.
My favorite yoga class was canceled a few weeks ago, so after boycotting the new class that replaced it for a while, (my silent protest that hurt no one but me) I decided it was time to try the new teacher. After all, it wasn’t his fault the other class was canceled.
Nearly two years ago a very well-meaning friend sent me a book called ‘Divorce is a Mitzvah.” I threw it in a closet … too soon. Two years later, I still haven’t read it, because now I don’t need to. Is it too soon for me to write all the good things about my divorce?
I had two extraordinary meetings with amazing women this week.
I love cleaning. Not toilets or ovens, but my closet, yes. Usually when I tell my friends I’m about to embark on this endeavor, they get nervous. Because my closet (and yours) is the physical manifestation of what’s going on in my head and heart.
My Grammy is 93. She’s sharp as a tack, lives independently in Florida, still drives and wears as much bling as my 9-year-old. I saw her this week for Passover and my dad’s 70th birthday party.
When did I get to be the grownup? Some of the things that come out of my mouth have made me pause and look around for who actually said that. This happened the other day in the car. In the car that wasn’t totaled.
Crazy title I know, because when my kids were little and I was doing ECFE some mom’s would wax poetic about how much they were learning from their infant and how they were growing as a person now that they were a mother.
Words are powerful and when they are used for good, spoken with love, they can create moments and feelings you never forget.
A visit from the parents is always an adventure. You never know if there will be a blowout fight, some passive aggressive verbal slights or just typical disdainful judgments about who you’re sleeping with or how you parent.
I had a sister once. (I still do have one blood relative sister, she’s amazing, alive and well in Long Island, love you Deb.) This sister was not blood, but we shared a brain and a heart.
I got the get. Let me give you some background (thank you Wikipedia) before I dive in to the experience.
The need to shop is overwhelming. It’s a familiar feeling. It’s my vice, my weakness, what I do when I’m super stressed. Not healthy, but I’m aware of it. And here it is again. The trigger was the email from my lawyer that I’m officially divorced.
It looks like Judah Maccabee threw up in my dining room. And I love it. Dreidels hang from the ceiling, menorahs are fully candled, Hanukkah is here.
So, I’m in the Target checkout line with my youngest, my sweet, angelic, perfect, Ruby. I say, “Ruby, say thank you to the Target lady, her name is Trish.” Ruby deadpans, “Your name sounds like trash.” I turn ruby-red, apologize profusely, and slink out of Target. OMG! Humility thy name is Motherhood.
For the first time ever, I mean ever, my house was too quiet on Thanksgiving.
I like to think I have a good perspective on my life…but then I meet with real adversity and once again get schooled on how much perspective matters.
If you really listen and pay attention to the stories and lessons of your life, you can find them. Click moments.
I got Botox. My 40-year tune up is officially underway. And you know what? It worked. I feel better.
After reading last week;s blog a good friend said, “I hope someday I get to read a happy blog from you.” He’s right, I’m a happy person. If you’ve listened to my show you know we laugh a lot. This blog is free therapy for me but I’d love to share a happy moment with you and I’d like to hear yours.
It happens. At least, it happens to me: Complete and utter loss of control of emotions, physicality and rationale. It happened last week.
I recently visited my family in New Jersey. N.J. will always feel like home to me and my family is great … most of the time. This time I had an interesting conversation with my mother that still plays over in my head.