In the summer of 2023 I spent a week with my 70-year-old mother and some of her oldest friends at a lake house in upstate New York. These women had been friends for 50 years, having outlived their youths together – starting families and raising kids, surviving losses and sharing adventures, weathering deaths and addictions and love affairs – they remained somehow young women at heart. They were my ‘aunties’ growing up, my everyday superwomen, who I looked up to and mythologized as a young girl. At the lake house, I captured them in this dychotomy vascillating between wise older women and grandmas, and silly school girls playing dress-up.