the smell of my desperation has become a stench


I was driving Leta to school when she pointed out the window and said, “Mom! There’s the moon! How can we see it in the daytime?”

I gave her my best guess, that it was still in a part of the sky not yet too bright with sunlight. That seemed to satisfy her, but had it not I would have gone with my late Granny Boone’s stock answer: “Because Heavenly Father made it that way.”

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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