My education in stepfamilies began long before I became part of one.
As a kid, my after-school ritual consisted of lounging on the couch of our family room (we called it a den) with a snack in my lap and the TV tuned to “The Brady Bunch.”
Or to “Gilligan’s Island” or “Hogan’s Heroes” — anything to postpone doing homework.
But I was particularly drawn to the Brady clan, especially eldest sister Marcia, who was so confident, and so blonde.
And eldest brother Greg, who, in the vernacular of the time, was so decent.
Back then, I didn’t know anyone in a stepfamily. I didn’t even know anyone who was divorced, except for an eccentric uncle who blew into town occasionally in a new car with cool gifts for me and my two brothers.
So the Bradys, featuring handsome widower Mike (played by Robert Reed) as the father of three boys, and his perpetually poised wife, Carol (played by Florence Henderson), as the mother of three girls, became my case study in what stepfamily life looked like.
It looked great.