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I’ve been hanging out with some saucy broads. I’ve been in the San Fran area working on a radio show called Juicy Tomatoes based on a book by the same name (and hosted by my mom). Forgive my shameless pimping. Essentially, the show features a bunch of boomer women (in their 50’s and beyond) talking about a range of issues from cosmetic surgery to career change to the importance of friendships. And even though the target demo is 50+ the issues are universal. For example, I’m sure many of you (like me) can easily join a discussion on gray hair. At what age, do we stop coloring it? My short answer is never, but I have several decades to think about it.

The Tomatoes are an inspiring bunch. Just this week, I met a yoga teacher, mystery writer, triathlon athlete and whimsical painter, all in their fifties and sixties and boldly defying the stereotype of what it means to age.

These gutsy women possess the qualities I admire in my own mother: daring, confidence and curiosity. It struck me just yesterday how lucky I am to have grown up with such a powerful role model. I thought, what if she’d been a disappointment instead? If she had been unhappy with her life…if she’d been afraid to take chances… if she’d settled for less than her worth or ability. What if she hadn’t encouraged me to imagine great possibilities and push the envelope? Who would I be today? Jesus, I’d be a wreck.

The Tomatoes are an inspiring bunch.

I suddenly felt sympathy for the many tremendous women I’ve met throughout my lifetime who didn’t grow up with a positive mother figure. You know, the ones who don’t look forward to holidays? Or the family phone call? Where did these women get validation and unconditional support?

I have to think they tapped into their own strength and tenacity early on and made some important friendships. Whoever you are, I applaud you.

I also realized (it’s been the week of the epiphany) that as I’ve gotten older, it’s been my intention to surround myself with gutsy girlfriends. Women I can look up to. Since it’s not socially acceptable to climb into your mother’s lap well into your mid-thirties, I’ve sought out contemporary role models to hold my hand and show me how to live.

I suppose that’s why I started this blog. Because there’s no comprehensive manual on how to become a stepmother, I hoped to find a community of women to show me the way. And I have. I’ve discovered a network of like-minded ladies who have generously provided me with shared motherly (and very juicy) advice. Thank you.

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