My first daughter SweetPea was a very late talker, and this gave me ample space to learn to curb my potty mouth. In my defense, I worked first with sailors and then with a journalist; both seemed to embrace the abundant use of expletives on a daily basis.

Say what you want about how you wouldn’t have fallen prey, stick a person in a room for a week with an up-talking teenager or former valley-girl, and I assure you they will be infected by these atrocious and highly contagious conditions. Swearing is no different.

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Cordelia Newlin de Rojas

Cordelia is the voice behind, where she chronicles her parenting adventures in raising her two global girls abroad. Former hobnobber with the intellectual elite, she currently resides in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia where she homeschools her children, battles toxic haze, and wields a can of mosquito spray as Brienne of Tarth does her sword. Cordelia's eclectic and oftentimes regrettable past includes eco-innovation, sailing instruction and restaurant cashier. She is a regular contributor to and and has been published on When she isn’t writing, Cordelia is creating multilingual citizens of the world, one child at a time.

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