Traditions, start a good one.

When my husband and I turned our home into an insane asylum (we cared for over 300 troubled teenagers, 6 at a time, each needing short-term foster care), ┬áthis was our Thursday night tradition: Actually, ┬áthere were two traditions. The first tradition applied every night – everyone had to come to the dinner table . …

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