My Dad—the Shecky Greene of his Nursing Home

AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, WHY POPS IS STILL TOPS Terri Connett Technically, he’s my stepfather. My bio-dad died of leukemia when I was three. Mom finally remarried the summer after I graduated from high school. I remember thinking, "Geesh, she’s 40, why bother?" What a punk I was. Although my siblings called our new dad by his first name, I thought that seemed disrespectful. He did, after all, proudly introduce us as his kids. This was his first marriage and we were[...]
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