the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Pennsylvania Ave

Yesterday I got to attend a conference at the White House (I’ll be writing more about that later), but because I always arrive early wherever I go I got to take some shots while standing in the cold. The wet cold that curled my hair and reminded me of getting up at 4:30 AM every morning to attend Seminary before school in the Tennessee winters. Memories are weird.

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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