Growing up, my family was highly organized. We met three times each day at the dinner table, talked and listened in a mannerly sort of way. Early on, I learned two simple rules; 1, work, and 2, if I got a whuppin’ at school, I’d get another one when I got home. We’re past that practice, but, unfortunately, have devised other devious ways to beat a child into “shape.”
If your family is disorganized, but a happy one, keep touching it the way you do.
— Contact Terry Cummins at TLCTLC@AOL.com