the smell of my desperation has become a stench

That strange new neighbor

I’m not hopping any fences, yet, but watching all the different yards bloom is one of the best things about moving into a new place. Everything was covered in snow when I moved in, so it’s magical to see all the different flowers pop up in the neighbors’ yards. One neighbor has a gorgeous plum tree that looks like a giant pink flame right now, another has a huge circular bed of tulips. The neighbor to the west of me has these Seuss-ian white flowers growing under a giant pine tree.

This is my Christmas.

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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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