the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Little scientist

Marlo hasn’t experienced any separation anxiety when we drop her off at preschool. Instead she marches in and starts playing with all the various toys they have stationed around the room like this magnifying glass, birds nest and unidentifiable stuffed bug. When I leave she kisses me goodbye and turns back to what she was doing giving no indication that she will notice my absence.

This is the kid who in her teens is going to escape through her bedroom window and set things on fire, right?

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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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