the smell of my desperation has become a stench


A loud, powerful storm passed over the house this morning right as we were getting in the car to go to school. I can count on one hand the number of times Leta has heard thunder in her life. Her eyes got huge, and in her eight-year-old, daughter of Heather Armstrong way, she goes, “WHAT. WAS. THAT.” I explained the phenomenon and as we pulled out of the driveway she said, “That really needs to happen more often.”

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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