the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Having a conversation only they can understand

My friend, Johanna, and her son Nico are visiting SLC for a few weeks and came over last night for dinner. Nico joined Leta in her new favorite space, the ledge of the giant window in our living room, and there they exchanged paragraphs of incomprehensible dialogue. Although I did catch a few “Cinderellas” and “Ariels” and “beautiful princess dresses” and it was during those sentences that Nico’s eyes glazed over. I HEAR YA, NICO.

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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