My Dad is a high school English teacher, which means he corrected my grammar from the moment I began speaking. Not at all annoying!
While I didn’t appreciate the dinner-time lessons on possessive pronouns and past participles (please don’t ask me to define them), I am now thankful that I can (usually) string a sentence together. As a writer, that’s a required skill.
Thanks, Dad!
Turns out Marc Ross’ parents gave him a leg up on his career, too.
In 1958, Bob and Hana Ross built their first apartment. That same year they welcomed Marc into the world.