This post first appeared last spring. I’m bringing it back after a stressful week with no power and a deep need for easy BEEasy comfort food. Even better, I’m gearing up to announce a “Jule The Bee Magic Pan” giveaway.…
Why do women love skincare so much? Is it because as little girls we watched our mothers, our grandmothers, our sisters digging into their jars, their lotions, their potions, looking over their shoulders at their reflections in their vanity mirrors?…
Dear Bee, As cliché as it may sound, I was always the girl who dreamt of her wedding…the big white Vera Wang gown, the overabundance of flowers, the signing of the Ketubah, you name it, I have thought it out…
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Jule The Bee grew up spending her formative years pretending there was a camera crew following her. She now resides in the backwoods of Westchester and still, essentially, believes the same. These days you can find her in her kitchen drinking wine, cooking, dancing and on occasion (ok, ok, most of the time) cursing for her Instagram followers, while shamelessly (yet strangely comfortably) turning the camera on herself and her immediate family and friends. After all, if a camera crew never materializes, you can always be your own.
Dale Botwick was my Gammy’s sister. Where my Gammy was elegant, Dale was brash. Where Gammy was Elizabeth Taylor knock-your-socks-off beautiful, Dale was, well Dale was not. Tall and large, with a lemon chiffon shock of blond hair that looked…
Need the perfect beach cover-up while eating Love & Lobster Salad on the beach? I am obsessed with Bette and their boho, BEEachy vibe. They’ve been so generous to me, I wear their caftans religiously and now I get to…
Hi Jule, I hope this note finds you well! I’m reaching out as I’d love your perspective on my current dating situation. A few months ago, I was fixed up with a guy through a mutual acquaintance of ours. Before…
I was not a hamburger kinda kid. The exception was a burger from “The Stuffed Shirt” in my hometown of South Orange, NJ. As a kid, Monday evenings were my family’s “late night.” After hours of Mr. Tamal’s rigorous ballet…
Hi Jule, I need some guidance. These past few weeks have left my heart heavy and sad. Seeing how our black community is being treated in this country breaks my heart. As a white privileged woman, I have never had…
It was a hot day in early June when I came home from school to find a note from my mother left for me on top of my white eyelet comforter. The note was attached to a copy of the…
Non si puo pensare bene, Amare bene, Dormire bene Se non si e mangiato bene. One cannot think well, Love well, Sleep well, If one has not dined well. -Virgina Woolf A good cocktail never hurt either… ~JTB I am…