After the book was published, we were overwhelmed by the response from women readers. Looking for a purpose to their lives, they wanted to run away from home, too (if only for a couple of days). So we created Camp Bombshell. No boys allowed.
Who says you have to be 12 to play kickball and archery and sing around the campfire?
Word of mouth spread quickly. All we did was ask women to “leave the stress, the men, the kids and the makeup at home” and come with us to camp in the Pocono Mountains. We rented out the place where I had spent my childhood summers, and planned a guilt-free weekend of fun and games, complete with lots of wine and chocolate. We were pretty surprised when 75 women, ages 23 to 70, told us they wanted in. We slept in cabins, stomped on grapes to make Bombshell wine, canoed, climbed ropes, had "ultimate nights passion parties" (always a huge hit), and sat in circles, to talk and be listened to. Most women did not know each other, and while we were only there for two days, most cried when it was time to go home. We got so many emails and letters from women who told us the weekend had recharged their batteries that we decided to do it again.
Since then, we’ve put on seven Camp Bombshells, and have three more slated for this fall. Grown women, we’ve found, can’t wait to participate in scavenger hunts and talent shows and sing-alongs by the campfire (with s’mores, of course!), all the things that can help us reclaim the little girl inside us who’s been too busy to come out and play, because we’ve been taking care of everyone but ourselves.