Building Community

I've been a bit quiet this week. Rather, I should say I wasn't necessarily "quiet" as much as otherwise invested this past week. There was very little "quiet" in our home! It was a grandkid-focused week; a whirlwind of buttered bread, swimming pool splashes, sticky ginger-cookie fingers, and jigsaw puzzle pieces that never quite stayed on the table

Some people light up a room when they walk in. Others? When they walk out. At this stage in life, we’ve earned the right to curate our circle like it’s fine art. We know the difference between acquaintances and true blue friends. But every now and then, someone slips in wearing the mask of sisterhood while quietly rooting for our downfall. That, my friend, is a frenemy—a friendly face with hidden claws.

I used to think engaging in a spirited back-and-forth online meant standing up for what I believed in. But let’s be real: most internet arguments aren’t about learning or understanding. They’re about ego, one-upmanship, and who can hit “reply” the fastest with a snarky comeback.

Travel doesn’t always need plane tickets or passport stamps. Sometimes the richest experiences are found down a back road, at a table for two, with homemade pie and a story from someone who’s lived there all their life.

If I could sit across from my 30-year-old self—with her high hopes, her exhaustion, and her relentless quest to “get it all right”—I wouldn’t lecture her. I’d pour her a cup of herbal tea, hand her a piece of dark chocolate, and tell her a few things straight from the heart.

You don't need to pack your bags for a remote woodland retreat to have peace. Understanding this pattern will help avoid being caught in the Drama Triangle

In my 20s and 30s, I lived for the burn. It was about being tough, disciplined, and unstoppable. The harder I pushed, the more my body pushed back. It forced me to re-evaluate what health really meant and what I actually needed to thrive.

Building something starts with a dream. But dreams don’t build themselves. It takes vision, planning, and a whole lot of hard work to turn an idea into reality. There’s sacrifice involved...

There comes a moment in every woman’s life when she stands at a quiet crossroads where she chooses to let go and be bold instead of bitter.

This Cinco de Mayo, we’re taking the stress out and have a simple, flavorful, joy-filled party without the stress. Let's lean in to the fun and keep it simple.

For seasoned ladies, being called one of the O.G.s is a powerful affirmation of our journey and contributions. Here are some ways to celebrate and embrace this title

Let’s get one thing straight: saying “no” doesn’t make you mean. It's called setting boundaries.

You know, with each year that passes, we get more... seasoned—and by that, I mean we’ve learned enough to stop putting up with everyone’s nonsense. Embrace this season!

Being called an O.G. is about more than just being a pioneer; it is about embodying qualities that inspire and uplift others.

amidst the schedules, caregiving, Zoom calls with grandkids, there’s one thing that often gets left behind: Play

As seasoned ladies, it's our privilege to walk alongside younger women. To share the lessons we've learned. To mentor.

Once upon a time, I was wide-eyed and easy to dazzle. But after a few decades, the list of things that don't impress me has grown.

o continue nurturing this space with heart, wisdom, and real-life experience, we’re welcoming a few contributing authors to our circle.

Regardless of generational labels, many of us eventually find ourselves in the midst of what's often termed the Sandwich Generation.

We’re communal beings, and we thrive when we nurture those connections. It’s a matter of health, really, to feed that need for “people-ing.”