the smell of my desperation has become a stench

It’s just for decoration

You’re looking at only a tiny portion of the stash my kids brought home from the Utah Pride Parade. Chuck’s capable of handling the whole stash—it would cover his entire face and then some—but I wanted to leave room for the decorative feather that was handed to Marlo by a man dressed as a red peacock.

“What isth he wearing?!” she asked when he walked away.

“Sometimes, Marlo,” I explained, “you just want to dress up like a red peacock to show the world how you’re feeling. Today is that day for him.”

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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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