An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

A light dusting

It snowed in the evening on the last day of September, and then yesterday morning I took this photo of the deck right outside our kitchen. This does not bode well in terms of what this winter is going to be like, but I can’t help but feel like there is some symbolism here because it coincided with my Granny’s death. Like packing up and moving on. And I think every time in the next several months when I feel like waving my fist at Mother Nature, I’ll instead come back to this picture and just shut up.

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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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