the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Evening pane

This is last night’s sunset as seen through the window flanking the right side of the front door, one of the windows I used to keep an eye on the white bird who came to my doormat to die. Sunsets in the winter here tend toward the other-wordly, and this one was no different, distorted and arranged into a grid by the window.

If the world ends today I hope it’s spectacular.

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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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