the smell of my desperation has become a stench


The light was good on the deck this morning (although it was a balmy 34 degrees), so I took the dogs out there to sit in the sun and sip some coffee. Sometimes I’m amazed at what a good dog Chuck turned out to be considering the scars I have on my ankles from where he used to bite me. But then I remember, oh yeah, a lot of work went into making him a good dog. A lot of work and a whole bunch of cheese.

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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