This is the hardest part of winter, the time when the snow isn’t as beautiful as it was when it first fell, and everything is covered in a layer of dirt and soot. I daydream of the smell of barbecue wafting through an open window.
Heater, Mother of Lance
Heather B. Armstrong
Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and 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.
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