the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Distress signals

Jon snapped this photo during my reading last night in Austin, one of about a hundred where I am wildly flapping my hands in the air. Someone in Denver came up to me after the reading there and said she was astounded by how much I talked with my hands, it was totally unexpected, it wouldn’t have surprised her if a helicopter had landed on top of the building because it thought I was waving it down.

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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