the smell of my desperation has become a stench


My good friend Stacia brought over her boys on Sunday to hang out for a couple of hours, including three-year-old Beck who very meekly asked Marlo to accompany him to the playhouse in the backyard. But Marlo was busy managing her truck stop OR SOMETHING and shut him down not so very elegantly. There is a part of me that is like, please keep this up until you are at least 30. And then another part that is like, dude. It’s not like he’s asking for a down payment. Come on.

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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