131 CONNECTING CONVERSATIONS FOR PARENTS AND TEENS BY JED JURCHENKO

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 131 Connecting Conversations for Parents and Teens: How to build a lifelong bond with your teen! by [Jurchenko, Jed]

Engage your teenagers. Then, help them to connect, and grow! This Christian parenting book is packed with creative conversation starters and practical parenting ideas that will guide you on this journey.

This book parents will discover why proactively connecting with their teenager matters, and how this equips teens and tweens to live a healthier, happier and more prosperous life. Then, discover four dynamic, connection building ideas that will help you to grow closer than ever before.

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