
We’re two middle-aged sisters raising kids, juggling careers, and comparing whose day started earlier and ended later — usually somewhere around the third “Can I have some water?”
Between the two of us, we’re juggling work, motherhood, bills, guilt, and an uncanny talent for locating every missing sock in the house… except the ones we actually need. Some days we’ve got it together. Other days, dinner is cereal and no one complains.
But here’s the truth: we love this chaos. It’s not perfect, it’s not filtered, but it’s ours — and it keeps teaching us who we are, one messy day at a time.

We're in our fifties — which means we’ve finally reached the magical age where we know better, care less, and nap harder.
We're stronger than we’ve ever been, but also somehow need reading glasses to find our reading glasses. We want to stay healthy, happy, and independent for as long as possible, even if our definition of “exercise” sometimes includes chasing the kids to the car.
Midlife has a way of humbling you, grounding you, and — if you let it — making you laugh at yourself. So we're calling it what it is: the warrior phase.

We don’t have it all figured out — that’s the whole point.
What we do know is that life in the second half isn’t about slowing down; it’s about showing up differently. We're building a home, a life, and a future where our daughters see that their moms kept learning, laughing, and trying new things.
What’s next? More messy mornings, more real stories, more figuring it out — together.
We use cookies to analyze website traffic and optimize your website experience. By accepting our use of cookies, your data will be aggregated with all other user data.