the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Maternal instincts

For Christmas Marlo got a Little Mommy Doctor Set, her favorite gift by far. As is wont to happen, every tool in the kit is scattered in different spots all over the living room, and that doll often ends up under the couch or in the middle of the dog bed. Instead of nudging that plastic thing to the side Chuck will crawl up and put his head over her belly. Here he looks like, “What? There is nothing wrong with this. She’s sick. The box she came in said so.”

Yes it did, Chuck. Wait until I tell Morrissey that you care.

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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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