As a kid, I was hooked on TV, especially family reruns. Thing is, the white-picket-fence suburban life of Father Knows Best and the idyllic country setting of The Waltons didn't jibe with this only-child, big-city apartment dweller who was born with concrete under her feet. The grass always seemed greener — in more ways than one — for those onscreen families.
I still love to watch TV — talk shows have now replaced sitcoms — but I've come to recognize that one-size-fits-all doesn't apply to real-life families ... not even remotely.
May the stories of the families in this LWQ be an encouragement to yours.
Nancy Graf Peters