Our Village Table

Where Women find Sisterhood

Find your people, find yourself

This is why

I moved to a new state with no family, no friends, no support. I had to build everything from nothing.Then came divorce. Loneliness. Losing myself for awhile.But I also built my own family - my own sisterhood - from the ground up.That's why I created Our Village Table. A place where women find their people - and in doing so, find themselves.

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About Our Village Table

Here's who we are, why we exist, and who we're not.

Most women are exhausted. Burned out. Forgetting who they are beneath the roles they play - mom, wife, caretaker, employee, etc.We're not here to fix you. You're not broken.We're here to remind you that you're not alone.Sisterhood shouldn't be accidental. You shouldn't have to build your village alone.
Real connection happens when women show up for each other.

We are
- A community of women
- Real stories and lived experiences
- A table where everyone has a seat
- Sisterhood on purposeWe are NOT
- a therapy group
- a dating service
- Professional advice
- a podium for experts

My Full Story

This is the long version. Grab a cup of tea and settle in.

Only Child

I grew up an only child.That shaped me more than I realized at the time. The quiet. The Space. The way you learn to be with yourself because sometimes that's the only one who's there.My parents were my world-and they came from worlds apart.My Dad was born in the late 1930's. A Southern Black man, raised Baptist in a time and place that shaped him in ways I am still trying to understand. He served his many years in the U.S. Navy, and by the time he became a merchant seaman, he had already seen enough of the world to know it was big and worth exploring every nook and cranny.My Mum was born in the early 1960s in Indonesia. Smart, driven, a natural linguist who would eventually speak multiple languages. She came to America for the first time in 1985, carrying her culture, her strength, and her own way of seeing things.My parents met overseas while my Dad was working as a merchant seaman. Two people from different generations, different continents, different histories - and somehow, they found each other.I was born March 1991, in San Francisco, California.When I was three, we moved across the country to Chesapeake, Virginia. That's where I grew up. That's where I made some of the best friends of my life - friends I am still close with today, even after all these years. We went to the same schools, shared the same memories, and built the kind of friendships that don't fade just because life takes you in different directions.Because of my Dad's work, I also got to travel. He was gone a lot- merchant seaman life meant long stretches at sea - but when we could, we saw the world together. I saw beautiful things. I met cool people. I learned early that the world is full of stories!I wouldn't say I was spoiled. But I had a good upbringing. A solid one that both of my parents worked so hard to provide. I got to see more of the world than most people and I am forever grateful for all the experiences my parents gave me.When we moved to Virginia, my Mum started working for the Department of Defense as a Linguist. She could have made a real career out of it - a big salary, a title, all of it. But she didn't want me being raised by a nanny. She didn't want me growing up alone because my father was already gone so often. So she gave it up. Walked away from the money and the prestige to take a different path - one that meant she could be home with me. She became an early childhood educator instead. Less pay, more presence.That's the kind of woman she is, even to this day.So growing up, it was usually just me and my Mum. My Dad would come home in between voyages, and when he was there, things were structured, steady, and yes - militaristic. He was old school. He had his way. And we respected that.By the time I was 12, I was CPR and First Aid certified so I could babysit. At 14, I got my first real job with a work permit, flipping burgers and taking drive thru orders at a local fast food place. My Mum would drive me to work and then come pick me up. Chores were never optional. Working wasn't optional. I've never not had a job, that's just how we did things.I learned early what it meant to work, to show up, to earn my way.And because I was an only child, I also learned something else: sometimes it's just you. Sometimes you have to figure things out on your own.

The Move

I met the love of my life in 2013. He was in the Navy and deployed, he came back we had a baby and decided to get married. In March 2016 we moved from Virginia to Illinois.A small town. A new place. I didn't know anyone.I didn't really have a support system. He had sisters who would help out every once in a while, and I eventually found an amazing caregiver who became a literal lifesaver.Moving was hard. Starting somewhere new was hard. Having no friends was hard. It was all very hard being a new mom, a new wife, all in a new place.He was taking a break from working and was going to full school time, which was great for him and he got good education out of it. But during that time, I was working. I was working jobs that were physically and mentally demanding. At one point I had three jobs, and one of them was 3rd shift, I was essentially nocturnal. My mental health just kept draining and draining.We slowly fell apart.
Just like that; we were married, things didn't work out, then we got divorced.I was a single mom for awhile. I kept going because that's what I've always done. I've never not worked. I've never not shown up.

Building from Nothing

I survived because of the Caregiver that I met in Harvard, Illinois.She watched my child so I could work. She took her in on days I wasn't even scheduled to have her there, because I was at the end of my rope and couldn't do it. She helped me through so much, and if she wasn't there, I honestly don't know how I would have made it through.Thank you. Forever and always.I worked any job I could find. I bar-tended. I served tables. I did photography. I worked in mental health facilities. I aided in care for Alzheimer's and dementia patients. I sold life insurance. I did inventory with crazy hours - 3am to 8am, whatever I could get, whatever it took to provide for my family.When we split up, I had to learn how to navigate that too. Being a single mom. Figuring out a new normal. Still working. Still showing up. Still finding a way.And through it all, I learned something I couldn't have understood any other way: you CAN build from nothing. You CAN start over. You CAN survive things you thought you would not have survived.But you shouldn't have to do it alone.

The Victory

I met the women who would later become my friends in all kinds of ways.One through work. Another through a Facebook group. And finally a solid friend I found through a dating app, of all places.Three different women. Three different entrances into my life. But they all ended up in the same place: my corner. My circle. My people.These three women inspire me every single day to help other women find their village.They have been my friends for years now. Over time, they have each helped me in their own way, shape, or form. The thing about them - the thing that matters the most - is that they always show up when it counts.Always.
They're the reason I know this works. They're the reason I believe every woman deserves a table of her own.

The Why

Why now?Because I just turned 35. Because I had a baby girl at the end of 2024. Because my oldest daughter is 10 now, and she's becoming a little woman right in front of me. She watches me every single day. She sees what I do, how I show up, how I keep going. And I want her to grow up and be a strong woman too.Because I've wanted to do something like this for so long. I've always wanted to create a community - a real one. A place where women find people they can actually rely on. Not just surface-level friendships. People who show up.I grew up an only child. I know what it's like to carry things alone. I know what it's like to look around and wonder who's really in your corner. And I also know what it's like to find them - those women I mentioned who made such an impact on my life. Those Women became my people.I want that for other women.I want their children to have kids to grow up with. I want them to have the kind of friendships that last through moves and divorces and new babies and everything in between. I want them to have a table where they can sit down and know they belong.That's why now.Because I'm finally in a place where I can build it. Because I have the people in my life who showed me it's possible. Because my daughters are watching, and I want them to see what happens when a woman decides to create the thing she always needed.

The Invitation

When Women walk into Our Village Table, I want them to feel one thing above all else:Belonging.I want them to know their voices will be heard. I want them to know they will find people who are in their corner. I want them to know they have a community - a community of vetted, safe, women who are going to show up for them.Because that's what this whole thing is about.Showing up.
For each other.
For ourselves.
For the women who haven't found their people yet.Our Village Table is a place where we can all sit down and enjoy a meal together. Share our families. Share our stories. Eventually grow together.But it starts simple.It starts by sitting at a table.And over time, we bring more seats. More Women. More Sisters.One Table. Many Seats. Endless belonging.

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