The F***ing Family Dinner: How I Cured My Family Of Our Cursing Habit
With every fuck this and fucking that, the power of the word began to fall away, piece by fucking piece. I grew up in a wash-your-mouth-out-with-soap-if-any-word-harsher-than-heck-slipped-out-of-it kind of family. Descriptive, intelligent vocabulary still appeals to me more than four-letter expletives. But the two boys my partner Kim and I adopted from the Oregon foster care […]