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"My mother&amp;#039;s house has become a no\u2013cussing zone, which irks me greatly. My most celebratory revelation when I came back home to our rekindled relationship was to learn Mom had some cusses in her. My brothers and I never heard cussing from Mom while we were growing up. We just assumed it was something she didn&amp;#039;t do, the same way she wouldn&amp;#039;t drive the wrong way down a one-way street. My brothers are not big cussers, and don&amp;#039;t like to hear it in Mom&amp;#039;s house. But me, I cuss like a sailor. I cuss eloquently. I cuss vehemently, I cuss colorfully and informatively; sometimes even musically. And this according to my biggest critic, myself! When I first came back here, I spoke in my native tongue, cussing English. Those months were dreary and sad, frustrating, and emotional. All we had in our secret, private arsenal was cussing and laughing. Well, of course we had politeness and respectfulness and integrity, but behind closed doors? Cussing and laughing. And we got through. Now, though, Mom&amp;#039;s turning on me. She has stopped cussing in respect for her caregivers. In respect for herself. She gives me a look and my brothers shhh me whenever I hold forth. I&amp;#039;m considering taking up growling to replace cussing in the no\u2013cuss zone. Growling is dog\u2013cussing. It is quick and gets the same point across.  D.G. Fulford is the author of Designated Daughter: The Bonus Years with Mom, written with her mother Phyllis Greene. She is also the co-founder of TheRememberingSite.org. You can find her at DGFulford.com.  Photo credit: Marcia Smilack "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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