What's this all about?

We believe that, as women, our likenesses greatly outweigh our differences. We are natural connectors and we thrive when we share our stories that lead to understanding and support of one another. Tribe of Women is a place to share those stories. It is a no-judgment zone where we can share ourselves, break down barriers and build a community of women supporting women. Join us!

What doesn’t suck?

I am guilty of inflicting the, “That sucks” bug into my family. Apparently, for the last few years, when my kids would tell me a story about something that didn’t go their way, or another childhood problem, my response has been, “That sucks.” It has been my “go to” mom phrase. You know the one. We all have at least…

Turn the Page

I’m down to the last page in my journal. It’s only taken me 15 years to fill it. And full it is. There is nothing like a brand new journal and it’s blank pages waiting for you to document your pondering,  your perspective, your life. There is also nothing more intimidating. As a pre-teen, I tried starting journals 100 times. I…

Happy New Year! In some of my own words…

Gray: “Mom, why do you quote things so much?” Me: “Because they are usually things that ring true for all of us. Why make up new words when someone has already said it so well?” And with those words of mine, I present you with the Meredith Grey quotes that says the rest so well for me. “Who gets to…

Culture Shift

It will likely take me months to capture all of my thoughts about my journey to Pakistan, but I have to start somewhere. With that in mind, there is one thing that keeps coming to mind over and over – we’re all the same. It’s one thing to say “we’re all the same” but another to truly feel it, and…

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Where in the World… Is Mom!?

So, I’m going to Pakistan. Yup. There it is in black and white. Fortunately for all of you, I have a friend who told me “don’t over-think it, just post”. She may also have been the one who told me not to over-think going to Pakistan and just go… but I digress. In honesty, this was far from a small…

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Parenting Evolution

I was raising my third child, my girlfriend was raising her first. The contrasts were stark. Each time she washed the binky or couldn’t be somewhere because the “schedule” was disrupted I wanted to yell, “She’ll be okay, I swear! Without the sanitation, without the nap, without the hovering body, without the boob!” But, of course, I didn’t. Instead, I smiled…

Taking Time

The electric fence died yesterday. This is significant because we have two dogs whose half acre domain lies within that fence and, without it, they cannot be trusted not to bolt under it and out after a rabbit, squirrel or some such. This is also significant because it means that our free range pups now have to wait for one…

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Remembering Helen

I saw an old friend today. It wasn’t actually her, but when an elderly woman with short, gray hair, prominent ears and a confident gate walked by, a memory was spurred. Her name was Helen. I say “was” because, although I don’t have knowledge that she is gone, she was in her 80’s when we lived across the street from her 10…

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Confessions

I’m was not raised Catholic, but I have several friends that were. In talking to them about their Catholic upbringing, one word comes up over and over and over. Guilt. I’ve spent much of my life, as many women of my generation do, striving for perfection. Bless the Superwomen of the previous generation but, without realizing it, they have created…