Right on. There are no “bad words” in my house. We aren’t going to consent to allow a culture of puritanical pearl-clutching to censor our thoughts, feelings, or expressions. Now, If one of my kids says something that I don’t think they understand the meaning or historical context of…something I think is above their paygrade…we talk about it. I don’t shame and shelter.

Along the same vein, my kids don’t curse at school or around their grandparents, because I taught them that they need to respect their elders and why that is important right along side the lessons about why we don’t accept thoughtless moral assignment to words and ideas without considering them in the context of our family and personal values.

Refreshing. Beautiful painting. I’d hang it, too.

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com