(Because you sure don’t want to Age Oldly)
Our mission is to offer information and inspiration with a healthy dose of irreverence, to make you feel heard and understood, and to connect you with women as smart and cheeky as you are.
Surely you remember the day you met your kindred spirit. You know, the person who is gasoline to your match, the cream in your coffee, the plank to your downward dog. We were each newly married, and were drawn to each other as we made whispered cracks about the trad
itional bonnet of gift bows at a mutual friend’s bridal shower. Though we loved our husbands, we soon decided that we needed to buy a little place of our own, maybe a few acres in the country, where we could talk about everything from Tarantino to tacos, drink too much and not have to apologize, sing off key, laugh like hyenas, ponder, pontificate, and create—away from men and the pressure of perfection. We wanted a safe spot to share with like-minded women who were also intent on squeezing all the juice out of the fat mango of life.
That was 25 years ago. We never landed the girls’ getaway; the best prospect ended up being downstream from a nudist colony, and, let’s face it, it’s always the wrong people who go naked. Mostly it didn’t work out because we got busy birthing babies and figuring out how we were going to get them to 18 without smothering them or turning them into a therapist’s meal ticket. We helped each other through, respectively, a nasty divorce and wonderful remarriage, and a severe depression. One of us thoroughly traveled the world with her family; the other built a business with her husband.
Now we’re in our mid-50s and grappling with current or impending “empty nest syndrome”—a term as dreadful as the condition itself. However, we like to think of this as our shaken Etch A Sketch moment, when the slate is once again blank. Today, our conversations question which direction we are headed in and how to get there. How to drink it all in and how to give back. While the girls’ getaway never materialized, an online refuge has. It is this, Next Tribe, which we hope will be a portal to new joy and purpose.
We wanted a safe spot to share with like-minded women who were also intent on squeezing all the juice out of the fat mango of life.
We’ll hold a place for you in our circle; we’d like your voices and humor to be heard, your ideas to be shared, and for you to hear ours. This tribe is one of contemplation, inspiration, wit, and action. Though we may have men in our lives, we believe it’s invigorating to touch base at a time like this with people who have the same sagging parts and swinging moods. Now that we have more time for adventure, more experience for new life paths, more wisdom to connect the dots in our histories, and less care about what people think, we’re sure these coming years can be a glorious stretch. Spiritual and irreverent, creative and courageous, this site, these postings, will serve as our cave drawings and warrior paint.
Please join us on our walkabout.
Lori & Jeannie