The first time my daughter had a school friend over, the mom marched through our living room and parked herself at my kitchen table. (I’d met her once.) I thought, “Ummm…is she going to stay here the whole time?” Yes, she was, and yes she did. That was the start of the small village that became my life in the years to come. Village friends are people with children the same age, living a parallel life at the same point in time. We crave company, commiseration and venting. Suddenly we’re together waiting in lines, watching games, figuring out carpools, bitching about teachers and coaches. Eventually we’re downloading daily on all things Kid—from truly important to completely inane. Yet as organically as it all goes down, the village would obviously never be if not for our kids. That is what makes these friendships so different from others. But in the village,…

Telling it like it is. Wisdom and candor from a single mom raising three kids. Life has been pulling something over on me ever since I became a parent, and it’s taken me this long to figure it out. My parents constantly told my siblings and me that when we turned 18 their job was over—we’d be adults. (A little aside: I’m five out of seven. My mom should have been sainted. Of course, I didn’t know that then.) This turning 18 thing is like a decree we bow down to and never question. It’s as if we universally imagine a switch turning on and suddenly our kids are grown up and responsible. Borrowed cars will be returned with more than fumes in the tank, empty cereal boxes will no longer be put back in the cabinet, and the terror we experience when they come home late without texting will…

There are certain life credos that most of us have been hearing ever since we can remember. Some of them we don’t argue because we’re sure of their promised value. Don’t judge others for instance—yes, we’ve heard it, we get it, we know it. In fact we’ve heard it so often we know to say we’re sorry when we behave badly, or to help someone who is hurting. Whether we judge or not, the awareness of the concept is engrained in who we are. And in a rare and beautiful way we collectively agree with it. Why then, with such a handle on the concept of the judgment of others, does it seem so incredibly, wildly okay for us to judge ourselves? We simply ignore the lifelong messaging and give permission to go at ourselves whenever we feel the need. To beat us up in ways we would never dream to inflict on the people we…

Meet 8 women who are doing extraordinary things with their lives and—whether shattering glass ceilings or inspiring others—they’re making the world a better place. Here we share the reasons we chose them as well as some other noteworthy and interesting tidbits. Full article ->