the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Their local haunt

This was one of the photos I took in DC a couple of weeks ago right before every bird in this tree fled up and to the right. I’m posting it here because I adore the shape of the tree, and it also feels like early winter. Which is exactly how April has felt in Utah. Like there’s no end in sight. Or, as Leta put it this morning when we woke up to five inches of snow: “Mom, I hate Spring in Utah.”

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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