Heater, Mother of Lance

“Who is left, that writes these days? You and me, we’ll be different.”

What follows was dictated me to on the evening of January 19, 2020, as I sat on a plane flying home to Utah from New York City. I opened a blank text document on Pete’s computer and had no idea what was going to happen….

January 21, 2020

I Wish You Could Have Held on for Another Day, Part Two of Two

I thought I was going to be able to write the rest of this story the way I wanted to, the way I had intended and Coco would have wanted. Although, now? I don’t know. Things have suddenly changed in the most profoundly sad and…

January 15, 2020

I Wish You Could Have Held on for Another Day, Part One of Two

On January 10, 2018 I walked back into a concert venue from the lobby where I was waiting for a ride. The concert was not over, but my friend wanted to leave. I walked back in because I needed to give him something, I just…

January 13, 2020

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Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong. When I first wrote a bio for this site I called myself a SAHM—a Stay At Home Mom, or, Shit Ass Ho Motherfucker. More than a decade later I am now what’s referred to as a FTSWM—a Full-Time Single Working Mom, or, Fuck That Shit Where’s Marijuana.

This used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works.

Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride. dooce is back. And she’s talking about herself in the third person, so you know you better have a barf bag at the ready.

 

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