the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Cold November rain

We only have a subscription to the Sunday paper but they send us a daily paper as well, something that always goes straight into the recycler, at least when we remember that it’s sitting out there on the driveway. Today there are three unread papers in various positions out front, one on the lawn, one on the parking strip, and this one in the driveway. So it looks like we’re out of town. At least, that’s what we want the Mormon missionaries to think.

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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