the smell of my desperation has become a stench

I believe in miracles

This is Harry, Chris and Carol’s son. Harry is now 12, but I’ve known him since he was four. On the Fourth of July I approached him with my camera and without any provocation he waved at me. Harry is a painfully shy boy who has never said hello to me or even acknowledged my existence. I was speechless. His mother was almost in tears. I am not a religious person, but that was a deeply spiritual experience, witnessing that kind of growth in someone.

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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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