He Was the Oldest Dad in the Room—and I Was Ashamed to Look at Him
I used to lie about his age—to friends, classmates, even teachers.“Yeah, my dad’s in his fifties,” I’d say, shaving off a whole decade like it meant nothing. But the truth? He was 68 when I was born.Growing up, he felt more like a grandpa than a dad. At school events, he wore those brown loafers, ...

















