the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Another one from the archives

Taken on April 11, 2004 when she was just over two months old. I remember holing up in our bedroom on the weekends during those first months, all of us napping on the bed in between Tivo’ed episodes of Queer Eye, light pouring in through the windows on her chubby face. At the time I didn’t think it was such a good time, but I can look back at it now and remember it being some of the best times.

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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