About Mommy Greenest

Rachel Lincoln Sarnoff in Paris

Welcome! If you found me by choice, thank you—and if you accidentally stumbled in and are about to click away because you think I’m going to wax philosophical about the joys of dressing your kids in hemp, stick around.

I’m not here to preach. I might use biodegradable bathroom cleaner, but I’m not about to deny my three children the occasional hamburger—though I can’t help reminding them what factory farming is doing to the planet. I live by example, but I’m not a sustainabully. (Yes, I made that word up.)

Since I began publishing EcoStiletto in 2007 and blogging as Mommy Greenest in 2008 (the two merged under the MG umbrella in 2013), I’ve written about feeding my kids organic food, battling a lice infestation without chemicals (they won), DIYing natural perfume and disposing of off-gassing toys (“Doll? What doll?”).

When it comes to my three children, I follow the Precautionary Principle as established by the United Nations in 1982. It states that, “When an activity raises threats of harm to human health or the environment, precautionary measures should be taken even if some cause and effect relationships are not fully established scientifically.”

I try to raise my family with this knowledge in mind, but—like all of us—sometimes I fail. So maybe I’m not the greenest mommy on the block. Who cares? The point is, I try to make daily choices that can help us create a healthier lifestyle—without judgement. And on this blog, I share information about those choices with you.

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Jenna Elfman Gives Props to MG

In this video, Jenna Elfman shares her thoughts on Mommy Greenest: “She presents how to get more green in nice bite-sized pieces.” *blush* Thanks Jenna!

J.Crew is Fashion Porn

j crew model wearing orange top and pink beaded necklaceI want to live in the J. Crew catalogue. Seriously. Either that, or Anthropologie. Urban Outfitters is a close third. But J. Crew does it for me every time. Maybe it’s my nostalgia for an ‘80s childhood, but there’s something about the way they put together those skinny jeans with those cute little blazers that gets me all hot and bothered.

It’s like fashion porn: When the catalogue hits the doorstep, I swoop for it, hiding it under my arm and away from the prying eyes of my kids, and then stash it under the old New Yorkers in the bathroom. [Read more…]