the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Pure blue light

Last night a very friendly neighbor, and yes, very Mormon neighbor, stopped by to introduce herself and drop off a loaf of freshly baked banana bread. Marlo came running to see who it was, and when asked her name she mumbled, “MarloArmstrongIris.”

I translated, and then the neighbor commented that she has never seen such deep blue eyes.

“I have blue eyes and Leta has green eyes and I have blue eyes,” Marlo said.

Before the neighbor could agree Marlo continued, “And Leta has green eyes. But I don’t. I have blue eyes. See? My eyes are blue. But Leta’s are green.”

“Is Leta one of your other children?” the neighbor asked me.

“Yes,” I answered. “And you’ll never guess what what color her eyes are.”

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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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