the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Lou Lou

I get the occasional email wanting to know if I have killed Lou yet, and I have to tell you, no one is more surprised that he is still alive than I am. He’s treated very well and fed on a regular schedule, except that one time I went to Palm Springs and Jon forgot to feed him for seven days. Some people would say that’s totally fine because betta fish aren’t supposed to eat but once a week. But Lou is a stout little guy and likes his daily french fries, so when I got home and found out I totally expected to round the corner to the kitchen and find him floating upside down. But something totally different happened, he saw me and flared his fins like NOT HER AGAIN.

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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