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Scraggles

I grew up in the South where there were no hills, and the humidity made it so that I never had to apply moisturizer. That was the only terrain I knew for eighteen years. But the high dessert here in Utah, there is something about it that feels more like home. Maybe it’s my Mormon heritage and the pioneer spirit!

(“The Spirit of God, like a fire is burning, the latter day glory begins to come forth!” HA! All the Mormons in the audience are going to have that in their brains for the rest of the day!)

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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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