![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I picked up on this lifestyle much quicker. My afternoons at her house had no lessons, other than how to walk in her high heels, drape myself in her mink stole and drip myself with rhinestones. My Nana had very tiny feet and a penchant for shoes (she worked at the Emporium, no doubt to fund her shoe addiction). My dad’s Italian family taught me about the good life. For my 40th birthday, my grandmother gave me a cookie gun, so it’s clear she hasn’t given up on me yet! That is eternal optimism! How to cook, clean, sew, budget accordingly – all the things a proper young girl should know to be a contributing member of society. My mother’s family, of strong Norwegian/German descent, tried to teach me how to do things right. I am a fourth-generation Californian, and an American mutt, but identify most strongly with my Italian heritage. I think I would have turned out normal if it weren’t for them. Oh heck, I’m going to blame them for everything. And since I’m not smart enough to be a district attorney, I am a novelist. I grew up with a strong sense of justice. ![]()
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