Heater, Mother of Lance

Our upright grand

This piano has been in our family since I was probably in the womb, an antique my mother bought from a neighbor back in Memphis for a hundred bucks. I learned to play on this thing, and it’s seen years of lessons and jamming sessions.

Recently, after sitting in my sister’s living room for several years and a little beaten up by all the boys and pets in the family, I asked if we could take it off of her hands. We got a killer deal on its restoration, and Tyrant got all devious and did some fancy maneuvering to have it sitting in our new living room wrapped in a red bow to greet me the first morning I walked in as the new home owner. My mother was with me when we walked in, and we both just started bawling. It looks brand new, and starting soon Leta will get her chance to learn a tune or two.

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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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