I was probably well into my thirties before I could hear someone say, “Brother McBride” and not expect to see my dad nearby. Now I have reached the stage in life where my kids are growing up and leaving the nest, and there are a bunch more “Brother & Sister McBrides” out there in the world. I hope that is a good thing. (So far, so good!) The idea of not doing anything to dishonor the family name is long on tradition. No...
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