the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Where all the crazy comes from

Last Friday evening everyone in my extended family gathered at a church pavilion in Draper, Utah to celebrate the June and July birthdays, all eight of them, mine and Jon’s included. This is my Granny Boone, my mother’s mother, holding Marlo, and yesterday she turned eighty-six. This woman had ten kids, one who died when she was five months old, Leta Kay, and that’s who Leta is named for. The rest of the kids, all my aunts and uncles, well, they’re all a little nuts, even more nuts than I am. So we can safely blame her, right?

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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