the smell of my desperation has become a stench

In loving memory of Misha

I’m always struck by how much a thicket of Aspens looks like the legs of a bunch of elephants milling about. And every year when we take these drives to look at the colors I’m compelled to take a photo almost exactly like this one, trying to capture what, I don’t know. Something about the silence of being out there under that canopy is simultaneously haunting and comforting.

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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