Dec 16 · 4 min read
When my eldest daughter was 10-years-old and looking to make a few bucks over summer vacation, I suggested she join my farm work crew for a few hours a day.
She looked at me, eye’s huge.
“Mother, that’s not an appropriate place for me to work. Have you HEARD their language?”
Well she had me there. Their language WAS awful. So was mine. I guess that’s why I hadn’t really noticed. Whoops.
I grew up in with a long tradition of creative swearing. The Smiths wore it like a badge of honor. The other families in town, they were known for supporting the church, maintaining the town cemetery, the wharf and the high school booster club.
The Smiths? We were the family that swore...
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