the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Night swimming

It’s hard to capture the color of the water along Destin’s beaches, but for the last four days we were there the waves were all small and smooth. When we waded out to water above our heads we could still see the ground far below us distinctly. It’s sometimes turquoise, sometimes crystal blue, sometimes straight up green. It still blows my mind that such a beautiful beach with bathtub-temperature water exists so close.

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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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