the smell of my desperation has become a stench

For my mom

I was lucky that the camera was so close by and I was able to capture this yesterday morning before heading to school. It was a spontaneous gesture initiated by Marlo, and they remained embraced like this for only a few seconds before she started dancing around and singing about hugs. My mom reads everything I write here, including every mention of WEED and BOOBS that I drop into a paragraph. So I’m giving her a break today and showing her this amazing moment. PENIS BEER COCAINE DEMOCRAT.

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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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