When I still had the use of my hands, I used to load up my paintbrush and hurl a glob of paint against my studio wall, as a way of releasing frustrations. I didn’t ask permission. I just did it.
Democracy Dies in Darkness
How I learned that swearing can be good for the soul
I was once a cautious curser, but living with multiple sclerosis taught me that it can be freeing to be foul-mouthed
Perspective by Elizabeth Jameson
July 29, 2022 at 6:00 a.m. EDT