the smell of my desperation has become a stench

That story was a good read

When you sign up for the NYC Marathon they send you these orange shoelaces along with a few other pieces of running related gear. Both of my knees are still giving me trouble, and after reading several books about running I think I’ve decided that I’ve got to hang up my shoes. I think I’d be in a state of perpetual recovery even if I worked with a trainer to fix my form. Cue the WAH-WAAAAH.

I saw these laces last night and made a makeshift bracelet out of them. An ode. Chuck approves of this decision because he’s tired of hearing me whimper when I descend the stairs, although it did inspire some of his more moving poetry.

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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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