Red Pistachios and All My Children by tinadebellegarde

Rushing out of the pool. Drenched. Wrapping towels around our waists and dropping to our knees before the television god. One o’clock. All My Children. Learning to be adults. Affairs, pregnancies, lies, even amnesia. We all wanted to be Susan Lucci. She was proof that we could be petite, brunette and ethnic.Short, dark, Italian and … Continue reading Red Pistachios and All My Children by tinadebellegarde