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The princess tree

This was one of the trees planted within blocks of the place we rented in Southern California, something I purposefully walked by every morning on my way down to the beach. I imagine that if we had one of these in our backyard that Leta would have me cut off all the branches and display them in her room whenever it bloomed like this, she could not get over the color. And frankly, neither could I.

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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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