In the space of a few hours, thirty-year-old Ginger Petrocelli had gone from bride-to-be to bride-who-never-was. So here she sat, alone in her cramped apartment, wedding crinolines askew, drowning her sorrows in a hundred-dollar bottle of Veuve Cliquot, when her doorbell rang. And her trip to hell in a handbasket was about to escalate.
Her answer, born of desperation: move in with her crazy, widowed motherâwho Ginger claims sucks the life force out of every creature within one city block of herâand her grandmother, who spends much of her day engaged in heated arguments with her dead husband.
Well, itâs a plan. But bizarrely, as the summer progresses, her eccentric but lovable relatives give her the courage to make choices based on what she wants, not what she wants to avoid.
In the space of a few hours, thirty-year-old Ginger Petrocelli had gone from bride-to-be to bride-who-never-was. So here she sat, alone in her cramped apartment, wedding crinolines askew, drowning her sorrows in a hundred-dollar bottle of Veuve Cliquot, when her doorbell rang. And her trip to hell in a handbasket was about to escalate.
Her answer, born of desperation: move in with her crazy, widowed motherâwho Ginger claims sucks the life force out of every creature within one city block of herâand her grandmother, who spends much of her day engaged in heated arguments with her dead husband.
Well, itâs a plan. But bizarrely, as the summer progresses, her eccentric but lovable relatives give her the courage to make choices based on what she wants, not what she wants to avoid.