Cussing Stories

When I was a little girl, I had a potty mouth. My Grandma would make me eat a chunk of hand soap whenever I let words fly. I wouldn't say I liked that, but it never broke me. It only made me more defiant. I can't remember much before I was three years old, but that was the first time I let the f-bomb fly. I had probably heard the word somewhere. Probably my dad and mom when they were fighting, they cussed a lot. Anyway, w...

Graduation day finally arrived. It was the day of my dreams and I was really excited about having my family there: Mom and Dad, and big brother Tim. My brother and I had always been close but, sadly, Tim and our parents didn't get along. They didn't approve of his lifestyle, particularly his role as the leader of a biker club. But, the way I saw it, he’d worked hard to become the president of his own outfit, The Southland...