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Palms

On New Years Day we walked through Dolores Park in San Francisco and watched men play tennis without their shirts on. SHIRTLESS IN JANUARY. Maggie saw me shaking my head, so she pointed to the sky and then all around her. “This, Armstrong,” she said. “This is why I live here.”

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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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