the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Has survived two snowstorms

I don’t know what it’s called, but I know how it makes me feel, and every time I look out the kitchen window and see it I have to physically restrain myself from running out, plucking it out of the ground and rubbing it all over my naked body. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this already, but I can’t wait for warmer weather.

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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