The first night in her new apartment, Jennifer Clinger sat down to a meal of pancakes and sausage. She’d prepared a combination of breakfast and dinner—“brinner,” she calls it. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she devoured “the best pancakes ever”—in her home, at her table, in her kitchen. “The night I ate those pancakes,” says Jennifer, “was when I knew I would be ok.” Her traumatic and abusive childhood
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