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Surviving My Survivalist - Ann Lee Miller
Mom and Ralph, my stepfather of over 20 years, bustled into my Indianapolis house after a two-day car trip from Florida. “Where’s your father?” Mom strode through the kitchen. I pointed her toward the bedroom where Dad had camped out since his hernia surgery. Mom donned her R.N.—or maybe it was her ex-wife—hat and marched …